o3 Shawna L.
Religion-based
I laid still to stop the beating, of my ill-trained heart.
Pleading to Them, remembrance, who came beyond the stars...
I have waited, tis the time, to renew thy faithful vows.
And destroy the wicked, with thy merciful hounds.
For time is only ticking, the flesh shall rot away.
And shed mortal coil, the dead become clay.
To rise again, to take the form. All we were... the blessed born.
But fallen have thee chosen. For thy Will of thy Gods to roam;
Left me cold, withered and alone, for ye to contemplate on thy own.
To shy away the lust and greed, to bind those demons on which they breed.
For love and mercy are sheer misery, to those abmonial creatures of the deep.
For they claw, and scratch, and howl to be freed.
To again rule Chaos over thy astral sea.
And hell, is nothing compared to them.
They surpass the fire and like fish do swim.
They are the Evil ones, who were second to thy own clan.
The first monster creation of thy friend.
To only creep up and live again.
Heed by the laws, the morals, and the sea.
For tide comes and washes thy filth far from thee.
And have forgoten thy name and family.
And far from home, (when they call us home).
I'll come, with thy word and cavalry.
For thine is the Ancient Power of the tides,
the Sun that sets and the Moon that rides.
The Infinite, the first, the light of thy bride.
Showed heavenly on Mother Earth tonight.
Listen to the voices of ancestry, close thy eyes and astral-see.
But many are the naive', the stubborn, and the bleak.
But thy Soul is whole, find comfort when you seek.
For the Covenent has been sealed; and faith newly restored.
For the Ancient Ones always watching, thy fort.
And memories of past things, that were before.
Hiding and waiting, beneath thy ocean floor.
And every evil of earth, is hidden behind this door.
Ready for thy waking and thy taking of mortal coil.
But I do know of Thee.. For it is but one of many.
Who teaches thee protection against thyne enemy.
And leads the way to archaic tombs, but if thy not true, to doom.
For you will be laid bare, and your life spared, if thy walketh, unscared.
For their is the path, not easily trodden, to look thee in thy face.
That waits for you to enter, the lost gate in space.
But death is only judgment, of many that have come.
And if you shall listen, here the voice of the Ancient Ones.
The ones that have passed, and still Roam,
eager to help man, if they only known.
They who wate, offer homage to thee, They are the Astral Light of Heavenly.
For thine name is written upon stone, cast into the infinite, hair and bones.
And as the smoke rises, the south wind blows, thy tiny whispering to those.
Souls who were tortured that were taken captive, by the Crone.
The Ancient world serpent coiled about thy tree,
knowledge and everlasting, of thy seed.
And follow the path where it may lead amd strove ever onword, to immortality.
And as seasons change, for time can't stand still, surely things must come.
And if man has no longer the will, he will suffer the Evil Ones.
I am but witness, thy scroll is almost filled.
With truths yet to behold,and thy undoing, not unfold.
Lie not to thyself, for thy ultimately knows.
God is in thee, and with Thee I go....
And their you will find the will,
the primitive instinct to be!
the magic and power of self-creating,
the essence that is in me.
For we are dust, and stars and blood.
Made from the Magic that is Love.
And thy time will come, when mans breath shall cease.
In the grip of hatred, that is this beast.
That only wants eternal damnation, of which they speak.
And voices haunt such men, to the point of insanity.
Willing to give thy soul to thee, as he plead; his worthless life in me.
But still connected, seeding the bad from the good.
For the frightful Igigi lay dormont, waiting to corrupt the soul, once more.
And forever repeating this cycle, of birth, love and war.
When martyred-killers become thy idols, and walls collapse from thy doors.
And this evil await among thee, chanting, "Life no More!"
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