Twisted Lines

I grew tired from this pain, as none that I achieved is gained. 

Such minds are corrupted, by the devil they did sprouted. 

As so many lives had passed, what would you gain from this blasphemy of lust? 

Such curse was to be real, for there are no angels that will heal.

A riddle for the twisted, oh so I heard.

But is there a true message behind all these eerie lines,

Should you believe or not, is what will you find. 

A Chaos within Voices

I’d say, what’s with all this madness? Can’t the Oak’s society tell that this is for the Maple’s future? Let there be left apart from these dirty riot to rot other than the holy council. But why would there be bloodshed for every voice that we gave? What would you gain from this child’s play strategy? Such approach will only put this nation into chaos. The Oak’s dirty hands won’t clean themselves, and so we clean those filthy tyrants with our own. But instead propaganda overwhelms the Maple’s society. Wouldn’t that be the truth that we share among ourselves with? While knifes flew high and blood drew to dry. Is this the hell were about to face by the Maples’. Doesn’t the Oak believe it as well, as we are the roots for your achievements? But the Oaks and their ghouls wouldn't give a damn as this lying truth is nothing but a hindrance to their society.

So we joined our hands and repent our sins with no enraged spirits would fight the Oaks from their rights of society. But their selfishness was what drove us far till this day. We are but slaves and nothing more. As tyranny are what would your kids been dreaming of. But no matter, as we Maples’ will burn ourselves until the last bits of flesh are crushed with the mighty flame of bravery. Until then, we will see, what hope will you gain from this havoc of chaos that runs this nation.

From the Charted Vow of Chaos City.

Confuse 2

There were two roses beside me on that day.

As calamity was one sort of curse.

One dies as a result of that.

So I embrace the other till now.

But the Devil was cruel and twisted.

And so I lose the other.

Pain struck me inside, like vines with thorns cut my every flesh.

Such agony.

As a simpleton won't know the meaning of being left alone.

For loneliness was like a suicide, and so I killed myself.

Decision

The tears shimmers, between the isolated crest of diamonds. As I am but guilt in thy heart, dying with shame. this feeling is unforeseen. Why would it burst, without a flame nor spark, but inside it cursed like one would choke. This verse is but a symphony to my ears, as i heard was not that mellow.

So here where it began. My nation grew to be the one who creates differences between its people, but fate was dire as trust was absolute. So our leader tends to do defying cult that turns the table of faith. Filthy hands was sprung by demons, as it laid there shoving of people to believe that it was the rule they govern. But such rule is an abomination. As I could only wonder, how long does it take to wash those hands that have shed blood across the region. Why should we, the people stand between those lines, where they shouted that they are the ones to take us to liberty. A bold word. but I won't falter. We won't budge as this is our nation. And this is our voice. For our nation, for our people. Clean yourself with whatever you crave for. As this decision would change your life forever.

And so it is done, but what could be the end game. As I could do only nothing but watch, by the side of the people who tends to lead us, the people. Transformation is only the beginning. What important is the things we do after that.

The Trees on This Soil

Creeping the life between my shadows, unknowingly the torturing of the sentiment from the ruler, what kind of a sick maniac would mock his own people?

It’s a matter of speech, a diplomatic crusade that the evil has let us through, but for once, a cruelty, oppression, slavery, such sorrows pops up between life and death. 

Only because of a dumb president, I cried by the shade to run away, leaving the soil upon our blood was shed to, replacing our soul with another culture to become something else other than a living dead under a dead Oak. As we Maples were just poor trees of nothingness except full of heart. 

A lying crow form a pack with a lone wolf, showing unmorally disgusting act of in front of the people, the children of all children, given the days full of torments, as hell as this world can be, none such same should be done to unofficially innocence of a man, who we cannot assume the crime whether or not he committed, and so the legends of tyranny is true as undyingly we create a new one.

All we want is a place where we could live upon our bloody soils without any tears of hatred, sorrows, darkness, where our heart lies to the demon that enraged us. 

We the roots of the trees just sitting here idle for the comments of our tyrant in his transformation speech to use us as a tool to create his promised green with billings lands, whether we should is out of the question. Because I won’t live another day to serve this ruler, as of what we could do is only wait for the time when an alliance form a coup d’état to throw this Oak tree government away. 

Such agony……..

The Paper of Sooth

On the day of a certain era,

I came forth between the shadows, reaching out my hand to the sun as I clutched the dust within my palms… releasing the days of torments that I shook myself… I looked back to the abyss, should I be regretting my past like my brother did? Would it change me if I follow this path that I crossed upon its soil… whether or not I should, it would just be a waste for me… 

I walked for days without the feeling of hunger, searching for what ahead while the sun ignites the land with flames… burning each cells within my body, preaching the daylight of hell as it engulfs my vision… as my will to protect this necklace, where my dreams lies… a Dreamcatcher within its kin… I shoved the sands from my eyes… waiting for the darkness to bind me… as I endure this scorched soil…

As the sun falls for the might of the darkness, the moon rises with the fear within its glimmering red glitters… and I walked pass the Tree of Life, where bodies dreaded across the continent to be enslaved… I wound up beneath it trying to be of service, as they would be like a lifeless living dead… but my heart keeps beating, to lead my soul elsewhere to define the meaning of this plain offset of time… I left my trenched coat there, so that those lifeless being may once know of coldness under the storming darkness that the Tree of Life provides…

I countered several of the Wasted Vultures the next morning, preying on the corpses… looking at me with those sorrowed eyes as I walked between them… singing their sad song over the dead like a soulless beast praying for the food… a monstrous agenda, as the word evil was nothing less different… a predator that prey on the dead… an opportunist, that strikes without us knowing… such abominations and I stood there hiding behind their shadows. Lunatics….

Preaching between truth and lies, grueling for doubts and faiths… the wraiths inside those tombs are just intimidating, wailing and crying searching for something that they’ve lost. I keep my distance shadowing myself with their darkness of doubts and lies. Such imbeciles, trying to gain that weren’t theirs. Either lost, or found, the reason is theirs to blame and nothing more…. 

After a fortnight, two kind folks town reach me to give me food and shelter while I politely turn them down… not of being rude but because I know who and what are they… as I heard many stories of this seducer, the ghouls of sympathy… such weaklings but dare to scrape another weakness… as I hurried along, away from those sympathizers.. then there’s an innocent, gotten hooked by those impudence ghouls.. scream heard from the shed.. what horror… I ran...

The next day, I reached my destination… the soulless pit, where I bound to end my life…. Hah… such intense courtesy to come all this way to end my life… instead of giving my life to those demons and abominations before… not so keen on living after what I’ve been through… hope of giving up.. nothing to gain except pain… we, these angels… angels of dawn they said… but what prove is there.. as I’m only a mere human with regrets…

Freed

My Dark Angel

You came that night,

releasing me from my cage,

although you’ve given all your rights,

to the demon lies within rage,

You took it all away from me,

my sorrows and darkness,

so that I could live to see,

this world without pain and sadness;

I kept remembering you,

even though our love isn’t true,

but you said that you would care,

for me whose just a mortal,

Dark chains won’t release the ties,

even when you’re far away,

you tried to be nearer as it lies,

so that you could comfort this fray;

But it was too good to be real,

as the blood bounds to run out soon,

for I had to let you be freed,

with my own hands of severed thorn,

So live my beloved sorrows,

run as you hold my darkness,

for as long as you lived,

you will always be my Dark Angel.