In My Eyes
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
719
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
In My Eyes
Life, oh bringer of reality; behind the mask of pure evil.
Is it no more but a game in the eyes of God? Is it No more than a joke in the heart of Satan?
The cheaters are popular’s, looking down on you.
The fair players are the poor, grasping for the din light.
The masks behind allies are scarred faces, consumed by greed, and hatred
The true friends lay shattered into pieces.
War is thy greatest summon, it strikes with betrayal, then regret, it finishes without sound.
Peace dissolves into nothingness, as the blood stains consume.
Laugh in false victory, mercy cowards in shadows.
Angels mark the weak, the wounded teared ones, strived, by only Christ.
The heavens are no more than a black hole, filled with emptyness in the eternal moaning souls.
Light itself does not pass! For it falls on it’s own weight!
Must we sorrow in eternity\'s screaming tears?
Must we run through foggy paths unaware of truth? Finding there was nothing there windingk atk at the start?
Must revenge speak louder than words, must fists, and gunshots always speak?
Must we cut are selves for attraction, for survival?
Life journeys us up to it’s wings, only to go under once more.
The only true essence of peace now lies in are dreams, for are head speaks thoughts throbbing wiht evil.
No more souls needed, to provem are catastrophe\'s.
War is History.
History is War.
And that’s how it shall remain, forevermore.
Is it no more but a game in the eyes of God? Is it No more than a joke in the heart of Satan?
The cheaters are popular’s, looking down on you.
The fair players are the poor, grasping for the din light.
The masks behind allies are scarred faces, consumed by greed, and hatred
The true friends lay shattered into pieces.
War is thy greatest summon, it strikes with betrayal, then regret, it finishes without sound.
Peace dissolves into nothingness, as the blood stains consume.
Laugh in false victory, mercy cowards in shadows.
Angels mark the weak, the wounded teared ones, strived, by only Christ.
The heavens are no more than a black hole, filled with emptyness in the eternal moaning souls.
Light itself does not pass! For it falls on it’s own weight!
Must we sorrow in eternity\'s screaming tears?
Must we run through foggy paths unaware of truth? Finding there was nothing there windingk atk at the start?
Must revenge speak louder than words, must fists, and gunshots always speak?
Must we cut are selves for attraction, for survival?
Life journeys us up to it’s wings, only to go under once more.
The only true essence of peace now lies in are dreams, for are head speaks thoughts throbbing wiht evil.
No more souls needed, to provem are catastrophe\'s.
War is History.
History is War.
And that’s how it shall remain, forevermore.