such is born....
….the child born in death made in sin a dying mother child of rape a father twisted and wicked to the core leaving a blood path of rape and death from one coast to the next to all four corners this path of destruction roamed this child unknown to all but the midwife and the stranger called father in death from the womb of a dying mother this child was pulled and marked through blood and ink the totems were placed and runes of power and strength from neck to waist his training is already begun unknown to him and secreted from the world the hunter has come the hunter is born and a new balance has begun in time slow as the years that pass poor son known only to solitude and father for training is secret secluded in land of wood and veils of misery….
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/10/12
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
with none....
with none....
·
watching the sun rise
·
watching the sun rise
with none beside
is a living lonely thing
one heart beat echoes alone
there is no reply with none beside
one spirit half of none is cold in the dark
with none beside
the passion for life is pitted and dulled
with none beside
reaching out for comfort nothing is there
with none beside
so what is the point
so what is left
with none beside
for that is all
the living death
with none beside....
is a living lonely thing
one heart beat echoes alone
there is no reply with none beside
one spirit half of none is cold in the dark
with none beside
the passion for life is pitted and dulled
with none beside
reaching out for comfort nothing is there
with none beside
so what is the point
so what is left
with none beside
for that is all
the living death
with none beside....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/05/12
Posted on 09/05/12
Sunday, September 9, 2012
this mind....
this mind....
....the pit is deep dark and cold there is no warmth no light no hope
step over the edge or be pushed doesn't matter
those that dwell here suffer eternal woe
confining and constraining the demons poke and prod
cutting light cutting deep laughing loud and high
the blood flows steaming in the air cursed are they
tormented and tortured screams with no voices
ripping apart the souls and the demons laugh
dancing in the pain dancing in the agony
sharp claws and teeth long slashing and gnashing
the punishments fit the crime the death fits the life
yes this pit is exists
yes these demons live
yes this mind is warped and twisted
yes it wants to go there....
Written By Greg Rogers
....the pit is deep dark and cold there is no warmth no light no hope
step over the edge or be pushed doesn't matter
those that dwell here suffer eternal woe
confining and constraining the demons poke and prod
cutting light cutting deep laughing loud and high
the blood flows steaming in the air cursed are they
tormented and tortured screams with no voices
ripping apart the souls and the demons laugh
dancing in the pain dancing in the agony
sharp claws and teeth long slashing and gnashing
the punishments fit the crime the death fits the life
yes this pit is exists
yes these demons live
yes this mind is warped and twisted
yes it wants to go there....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/03/12
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