Monday, October 28, 2013

The Apollyon





It walks in our sleep in this land zombie wide eyed in limbo
Creeping through silk flesh of rose
There is no advanced society it has worshiped
It imagines John like everybody else
Nation against nation
After all for some war is beautiful


Astral voyagers are external at present
Embracing both past and future
Absolute time obliterates mankind
A new planet we must find
Bad luck enters into mental activity
Souls are lost and kept in bottles like sour wine
And displayed in universal museums


The artist and perfectionist
Sometimes wondrous but always devastating
And the pain and the hurt for our wonderful gift
Particles of present tell stories of eternity
Life beyond the stars searching for themselves
Hidden forms generate meaning
And dimensions to undiscovered worlds


Walk the storm of time
The new born king awaits our arrival
Cut your wrist and bleed your soul empty
Follow in its footsteps of infected devastation
The promise land is near my friend
Judgement is upon us and coming to a town near you
And there's nothing you can do but awaken your senses
And love each other





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