Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Fiery Pits of Hell

The frozen pain gives way to uncontrolled hysteria.
Birth and death hold the keys to an eternal paranoia-
This is the song of the cyclical rainbow
The landscape about which only some know.

In depths of the fiery pits of hell,
The storms pass by in a frequency too hard to quell
And the rise of destructive forces take no blame,
About the goals that they seeks to attain,
Free from the chains of universal reason,
In open repulsion do await all the graves of treason.


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