Friday, October 28, 2011

When Prophets Spk: Un And Under And Without Wings Nightly:!

Sight for sight growing clear.
Clearer and clear!
Might against might!

Dark for dart.
Dark for dark.

Prophecy and prophecy and years and years and lifetimes and lifetimes.

It's dark in here!
Darkness grows everyday.
The walk the journey.
The run the running.
Who will hear my testimony?
Run and you cannot hear.
Hear and you cannot hear!
Nightmare after nightmare.

The enemy enters.
The corridor lightly.
The scene is different.
Ghosts appear.
Ghosts dance on the walls.
Ghosts dance on ceilings.
It's unwanted.
So the criminal runs.
Just like the others.
He cannot calculate.
He didn't plan for this.

Running and running.
It's obvious that they cannot avoid the violence.
It's obvious what happens happens.
I don't care!
Running and calculating.
Blood drips profusley from the enemie.
He cannot nor cannot fufill todays quest.
These tunnels aren't safe he and others deem.
He stumbles. He falls. He bleeds.
He is permanetly re arranged.

In pain he curses no one.
I said so.
He curses not even me!
For I am not there.
And not ever there.
Pain.

This pain shrinks his abdominal chords.
This pain shrinks his brain.
This pain takes and takes.
Pain.

A shepherds coat or wallet could not afford today.
The look and the future is ruined.
The group and it's mystery.
All it cannot possess!
Down here.
Down here is all, he says to himself!
He says all!
Then tries to kill himself.

With gun or rope.
With all hope!
With all actions.
With all perceived law.
With all feeling!
Except mine!

Except!
And accept!

All mighty!
All chords!
All death!
All oblivion!
All laughter!
All pain!
All kill!

All separation!
Torso and all!

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