Seance: Upon the shallow shadows sequestered, There surfaces a séance of souls to fester, Amongst the abyss there opens a portal, Afar from the human hand of mortal, The expand is vast in various form, But none of life for all is gone, So I ask, Can the grave reverse the dirt?, I dont know, maybe so, but never the hurt, Distant, desolate, derelict scape, Upon the grounds of grueling gape, Canyons cascade the sculpt of stones, Only brush, and dust of bones, Lonely land widely withdrawn, From the falls that flood forlorn, But the whisper of the wind, Swaying trees with breeze to sing, Near a source indulged intrepid, Evils roots uphold imbedded, Beneath the fathomless fury springs, Geysers gush a rush to bring, The emerging energy immersed within, Wavering waters burst to sing, About the land of sin abandoned, Turned to dusk the death of famine, Arid the soils of fruitless depletion, Amid the spoils of satans secretion, Empty as the vacant barren, As for the blank bounds of bearing, All that is has been taken, Fatal, foul, faint, forsaken, Venturing the void that unearths all, From the mountains rise, to the plains fall, To the swamps that stomp with mud, To the gallows of vines that entwine a grudge, Pervading the points outstretching long, Where the weather knows the storm, Where the turmoil is a turning toil, Bitter as the rivers flowing with obscure oil, Not a vital pulse is offered, Not the beat, nor the breath fostered, Only those lost, roaming souls, Eluding brimstone, burning coal, They sit a circle in prayer most holy, Hands together that mend them only, Healing stars that lost their twinkle, Giving back if only a little, Stretching arms as the risen sun, Sing the soul, those songs have been sung, Feeding off the light of moon, As the werewolf declaring soon, Mixing brews of scalding potion, Simmering serum of outward emotion, From these years of deprived heaven, Though these souls are truly destined, To break free from the shackles of self, Overcome the run of the devil himself, The spirit is the ascending light, With the eagles keen eye of sight, To at last relinquish the realm of life, And levitate to the gates of paradise, Upon the shallow shadows sequestered, There surfaces a séance of souls to fester, Amongst the abyss there opens a portal, Afar from the human hand of mortal, The expand is vast in various form, But none of life for all is gone, So I ask, Can the grave reverse the dirt?, I dont know, maybe so, but never the hurt!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 04:24:28 +0000
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