Underground_Network
February 19th, 2010, 11:51 AM
The devil is poison in the lungs,
Seep deep within, breathe the ashes in,
The fire only starts once the gates to hell are opened,
Too bad it’s been ten years and no one’s
Dared to ever close them.
The fire spreads from larynx to lower intestine,
Crawling done spider veins too weak
To desist them, no water to procure
An anti-blazing force,
The fire keeps breathing
Upon the heart, grown coarse.
Keep beating, keep beating, the heart won’t give in,
But the fire spreads around, up and down,
Through the eyes, scorching the corneas,
Down through the knees,
Leaving rusted ankles,
And toe nails, an ashen black.
The phoenix won’t rise from within
Your despot soul, but the devil will rise
And out, like leeches, he will crawl,
From each orifice that you have blessed
With the curse of human loathe,
You thought that you could stop the poison…
Now look what you’ve become.
A flaming wreck, a flaming mess,
Pegasus won’t stop the pounding in your chest,
Pegasus with golden wings will fly in fear,
Because you see, you bring down
Anything that shines or blazes
For the sake of good.
Fire is not sacrifice,
Fire is not death or vice,
Fire is a known device
For solving darkness,
And curing the bite of ice.
But fire, when abused,
Can overcome the abuser,
And when fire, it chooses
To become the solution
To whatever problem
Is corrupting the
Fetor mass’s soul,
The human-thought-human
Will tumble down
In flames,
The bite of cold
In their neck,
Slicing through their vines
Like a steak knife
Through white bread.
Seep deep within, breathe the ashes in,
The fire only starts once the gates to hell are opened,
Too bad it’s been ten years and no one’s
Dared to ever close them.
The fire spreads from larynx to lower intestine,
Crawling done spider veins too weak
To desist them, no water to procure
An anti-blazing force,
The fire keeps breathing
Upon the heart, grown coarse.
Keep beating, keep beating, the heart won’t give in,
But the fire spreads around, up and down,
Through the eyes, scorching the corneas,
Down through the knees,
Leaving rusted ankles,
And toe nails, an ashen black.
The phoenix won’t rise from within
Your despot soul, but the devil will rise
And out, like leeches, he will crawl,
From each orifice that you have blessed
With the curse of human loathe,
You thought that you could stop the poison…
Now look what you’ve become.
A flaming wreck, a flaming mess,
Pegasus won’t stop the pounding in your chest,
Pegasus with golden wings will fly in fear,
Because you see, you bring down
Anything that shines or blazes
For the sake of good.
Fire is not sacrifice,
Fire is not death or vice,
Fire is a known device
For solving darkness,
And curing the bite of ice.
But fire, when abused,
Can overcome the abuser,
And when fire, it chooses
To become the solution
To whatever problem
Is corrupting the
Fetor mass’s soul,
The human-thought-human
Will tumble down
In flames,
The bite of cold
In their neck,
Slicing through their vines
Like a steak knife
Through white bread.