yo, just wanted to share this with ya?ll, a poem completely typed from the depths of my mind, random and yet full of understanding, fragments of mind joined together.
i call it Ramblings Of Madness
i see the corpses, pilled on each other, desecration of heavens, hell falls to earth, warriors of thirteen factions, waging war on human flesh, feeding on thousands, painting landscapes red in blood, fills the rivers with maggots of disease, war, famine, pestilence and death, four they come and none return, they falls upon mortal soil, souls screaming in the winds of corruption, chaos is the truth to existence, its nothing, its all, in the end nothing remains.
taste of metal, grinding pain, there is nothing to understand, nothing exists, thousands the beast here comes, wailing howls of tortured mind, i see the darkness i see the light, in chaos they both fright, breathing a neverending sea of poison, so much and still so little, excitement reeks, blood rains upon a human flesh of nothingness, its not here, its never been, and still its here, faint voices from void of shadows, i hear i listen, understand i do not.
clouds of destruction sweeps the land, beetles feading on masses of dead, grinding noises neverending, lifeless children in oil pits so deep, haunted by man seen before, countless ages back he now returns, disgust fills his rotten teeths, brilliance of thousand skulls pilled on the mark, symbol of many, symbol of few, nothing remains when the end is here.
the sky is red such is the blood of fallen angels, darkness uncovered, shadows lurk past, insanity remains, who will rise to thousand of calls, voices so strong, voices so weak, ramblings of a wise fool rises above all, yet death breaths down your neck, chills of corpses, chill of bones, nothing remains, nothing was lost, existence echoes like a cold blooded scream, murder took place, now it begins, sanctuary none, howls of the beasts hears again, prowlers of the plains, now they come.