the warhammers strike is so foreboding,
castles broken worlds exlploding. children
taken, love forgot no emotion only thought.
living lonely in the mist broken hearts led by
the fist. soul from body laid to rest our
demon king at his best.lost compassion no more
hate and from this....love procreates. we gave
it all just to feel, i know now that nothing's
real. all hope is gone, all hope is lost. i
want this life but at what cost? they broke my
will, it broke my heart. and as i've know this
is the start. i'll fight for you lay down my
heart cut to shreds and torn apart, to
overcome i will not stop even as my body
drops, my soul is damned but i am willing, to
keep you safe i won't stop killing. and in the
end if god is home, if you are safe and i'm
alone, i'll end it all to see it through and
in the end i'll be with you.
Walking together, holy embrace
faceless angels, perfect place
held so close by god's own hand
leaving footprints in this sand
looking past this endless place
just so i can see your face
smile softly, holding hands
in this world we live undamned
this is a poem i started writing in my freshman year. it started out as just a couple lines and grew. and then someone pointed out that it sounds like a small description of the divine comedy.