The house of liesA Poem by AphitenzaAfter death
When the time has come and the trial begins
All will cross the bridge
that floats mid air in serenity Above the tears of a million Who weep at the chance of redemption
And those who anticipate hell in anguish
Bringing all of civilization to its knees
Maidens meet memorable men halfway With noble spirits and transparent souls Angels sent to those who are destined for greatness
The nymphs carry their sorrow to heaven As they resurrect Into the pursuit of happiness Banshees deliver the forbidden to hell With a solid grasp and sinister grin Forsaken they cry to hosanna
Their prayers lost in the midst of the dark Their souls burn in the flood Face to face with the son of the morning star
Damnation evokes them from sin Corrupted into fear and seething in regret And with the thousands of spirits That linger and enter from purgatory
Every soul stands solely in this dimension All there is The feeling of being alone © 2017 Aphitenza |
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