PaleHorse6-8

Once there was ..now there is not sweet bliss this feeling unknown in darkness dwells the enemy to pounce upon the elation shown in momement here this ecstasy evil things in robes of sorrow which brought Poe's House to Fall Linger now and seek to borrow light that now burns in Usher's hall

The wings of angels beat my back and slowly I give in Lift me from this burning pit and release me of my sin but something pulls me back from darkness there's a call my demons pleading now I could have it all

Of The Dead Ghosts stare at me through pale eyes. Long dead and forgotten, no difference made, no impact on what they once called home. I feel pity for these lost souls, because I do not want to become one of them. To expire and leave my world for the certain consistency of death. Not to taste. Not to love. Not to feel. I can smell the damp earth on them, the decay of leaves and flesh. A body becoming one with the earth. I can smell their hate. Hate for blood that pumps into every living tissue, every organ, every limb. Hate for every synapse, every thought, every wonder. They hate me and I feel more kin to them than my walking brother. Perh

no blood for oil no blood for hate how much longer now do we debate were there bombs were there not how many brothers must get shot how much death how much greed to fill a tyrant to his need how much?

what is this you call a plan a nation led by ignorance blindly into the gates of hell War? what is this... a personal vengence against a state of mind. An inherrited conflict of hatred fundamentlist christian warrior blazzing though the dessert a mondern day constanine paint your face for war but now an idiot grin on television you are you realy that stupid? A true leader of his people Elected by the masses Divine Right Theory in hiding Sweep back the tides of war bring them home to their family or else we will throw too much of us to the wind

One million boots march along the clank of rifles drift up slow an evil, lonesome piercing song thats played as they go Atop a mountain this king awaits for words of his soldiers true to wash the waters without debate into a cremson hue He fights his way through holy lands and feeds the ones he plights care for them from with his hands this people that he fights

We have fallen no longer attached to a line of morals lost without an inner voice in this sea of temptaion and greed Power, Money, Lust guide us on oblivion, just a transaction away but we let go of this a string of diginity As soon to kill you in the name of a god than as to ask you for donations self destruction, hatred breeds we lost this string of dignity

all i see is violence hatred corruption greed American-Nazisms' finest swearing to succeed stand tall and blind like liberty behind bars falling victim always to broad stripes and stars beautiful irony ....and justice for all what about the life of those he let fall slums and ghettos filled with American Pride what about THOSE soldiers who have fought and who have died

With the wind we step like petals unchained and true a rose so innocent ; sweet has no compairson to you like the wine we pour a vintage , ripened taste a love so deep and pure is made now without haste dancing with the roses over meadows all the colors; oh every hue nowhere would i rather be than forever next to you