Summons

by alive in death   May 3, 2006


Summoning a spirit to kill all summons,
and summoner's.
summoning a spirit to kill all hate,
and haters.
summoning a spirit to kill all confusion,
and all that cause confusion.

what i hate,
i project,

what i demand,
i make come forth.

this is all what we create.
we can build beauty,
and tear it down for the fun of it.

we can warp the minds of the innocent.
we can take our anger and make a fist.
to pound against the faith of all,
do what we see fit.

we don't need any authority to rise above.
we are creators,
we take there of what we give.
nothing is solid in this world of anarchy.

we can break through any statue of security,
any wall of the enemy.
but where does peace go when we destroy?
how many broken homes must we employ?

what would you do if you where forced to believe,
that there is no foundation for our feet,
just more greed to feed the needy?
yes we can be without rule,
cause chaos,
and reign with a cruel fist over our fate.

it's all what we create.
we can build beauty and tear it down for the fun of it.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    It was interesting and nicely done. Though it seemed random it wasn't. Word choice entertaining. Very cool for what it contained. Different.
    ~Fallen

  • 18 years ago

    by Andrea broken tears

    Another beautiful piece of work
    where words cant express what i think

    andrea