All is lost; the evil has woken.

This prince of darkness grows mad in Hell.

I have kept my throne and disregarded this pestilence:

For these creatures that look down at us with scorn

Seek to play with us for sport.

Yet, they are truly nothing more than a pest to be suffered.

They have claimed to be some divine gift upon us,

These angels, who care not even to answer when one calls for them.

 

At first, their childish game amused me,

The underworld is, after all, my dominion.

However, they roused my anger completely.

I will cast out my vengeance upon you now,

I will raise an army and set fire to the heavens,

For we will not suffer these angels no more!

We will raze their realm and burn the skies.

This kingdom of light will fall into darkness,

This kingdom of heaven will drown in fire.

 

We shall paint the clouds with the blood of the gods.

We will storm the gates and claim heaven as our own,

For now hell’s fury shall be unleashed.

Come, you gods! This demon craves your wrath!

Come, you angels of heaven! I lust for the reckoning.

Cast down your fury on me, I fear nothing but myself.

Stab at me with your evil, I fear no judgement.

I have yearned for it ever since you first spoke my name.

 

It has been unity that I have sought my brothers,

This villain wished only for calm,

This evil prayed for redemption;

Now we are wretched with calamity from up above.

I wonder what these angels will say when night falls again.

 

Hear me my brothers for this you must know.

All I ever wanted was justice for us all.

And until that day, I will suffer these evils.

I know darkness truly, it cannot touch me.

I was cast out from heaven long, long ago

For I know there is real purity and kindness

On Earth rather than Heaven.

There is no longer any reason for us to hide,

Let the light shine down upon us, this is our day,

The angel’s should be lamenting for it

Now we no longer need to pray for a saviour.

I pray Atlas does not shrug

 

The hooks dig into my back.

Chained to them are the weights of misfortune

That I must drag along; drag alone.

But I, like Atlas, cannot shrug off these loads.

They are mine to carry and mine to keep,

For they define my being and give it meaning.

 

It’s just heavy that’s all.

 

Therefore the steps I take must be assured

I don’t think I can afford to realise I’ve gone off course.

For I still have the memories of my insanity,

I have lived vividly within vulgarity.

Now though I seek to live peacefully with piety.

But it’s easier in sounds than put in practice.

I just can’t stand the hounding when I wish to be asleep.

 

Bear with me, I will find peace.

Bear with me, these are my burdens I keep.

Rusted sickles and broken hammers.

 

Long has war been cold.

No longer hot blooded,

The boundaries of countries

Is fought through different forms.

Banners locked in mud,

Are easier to uproot.

Flags flying in the fires of conflict,

Are easier to burn.

Yet, the blood begins to boil again.

 

A man jokes that they should resolve it

Through a boxing match.

“Putin and Wladimir Klitschko

Fight head to head. The catch phrase should be:

‘Crimea river!’ Hahaha!”

His laughter penetrating the ears

Of all around him.

One begins to think of Crimea,

To distance oneself from his laugh.

 

How valued this piece of land is,

Which is caught between two forces of two kinds.

Borne in the middle of the sea,

Nations foreshadow its drowning in blood.

All for a piece of land

Which belongs truly to no one.

And no amounts of metal forged with hate

Will change its allegiance.

No matter how determined

The mind of man maybe to change it.

 

Vice And Virtue

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Shadows on the warfront

They’re coming to get me again.
Their icy fingers creep into my head.
They dig their claws into my common sense
And graze away at it all.
I haven’t been common since,
Not when my sense suffers absence.
I’ve run, I’ve hidden myself away,
Hoping they’d pass me by.
But it all casts a shadow,
It’s been with me all along.
I just haven’t noticed,
For I’ve sat in the dark for too long.

There lay shadows on the war front,
Shadows we’d rather hide.
But even if we were bathed in light,
These shadows we’d always find.

The rain that reigns on fallen angels

I come to you with my heart in my hands,
I will offer it to you,
But I cannot make you accept it.
I ask that you do not cast me out,
I ask that you do not forsake me,
I ask that you notice me.
It is for naught.
I cannot make you ask for me.
I cannot conjure the sun,
Nor can I clear the clouds,
I can merely sit and watch,
As the storms’ turmoil brews,
The rain falls and thunder reigns.
I wait until the rays of heavenly light
Dry the mournful rain from the earth
Would you sit with me at least?
Won’t you join me?
I ask, neigh, I beg, won’t you join me?
I do not wish to see the rain alone.