Metal.

some piece i wrote for a contest.

Scowling, screaming, howling dementions
"Ye are fettered and bound with leather straps
helpless, doomed, wailing in unendurable torment.
Lashed to the forked slave stick by the neck."
Percussion pounding like murderous thunder
crazed confusion, six stringed hysteric chaos
imperial collapse in utter calamity
music, maybe seen in a wrong definition,
shearing the mind, tearing the senses asunder;
"The Gorer causes you to howl like a jackal in anguish."
Deviation is a constancy, to drive to a frenzy
frantic illustrations take to the razor's edge of sanity
opening verses ring aloud in my head,
bass reverberating, war chant aloud
different children in different worlds instead
looking to the sanctity of brothers on a cloud.
erratic pulses whine and ebb and resound
and killer melodies slash unforgivingly
through lusts of lighter beats pounding
mercilessly as i raise the volume pitilessly.
outsiders hear my choice of listening
as pure pointless noise,
and i laugh in their faces.
it's third in the line
jazz and classical are mentors
and forerunners with no spaces
with many a score standing behind
"Sekhmet uttereth words of flame against
thee and pierceth thy breast."
no other act has a suitable defense.

Author's Note

Quotations are from "Lashed To The Slave Stick" by Nile.

Reviews

[James Takeo Panton]

I like metal, and I like my metal heavy.....this is both......awesome...

[Star-Runner]

I really like this one as well, You are very talented, I like your write.