The Outcasts

The Outcasts

Blood and wax flow through my veins,

while the tormented and hated unveil their screams.

So hard, so evil, we stand against the world,

all the while the b******s and the damned fall to the ground.

From Hell we rise cloaked in black,

piercings in our skin, tattoos riddle our flesh.

We are the fallen, the condemned, the plagued if you must,

we kill and scream and stomp out all trust.

for everyone lies, no purpose to show,

they talk their s**t while we remain silent,

their darkest hours become our enlightenment.

We whip our heads to the beat of the crash,

the music consumes our souls in the carnage.

We cut and beat the ones that break our cause, 

nothing they do will prevent their fall.

F**k you! we will push you down and drown you out, 

for our heels will stomp the judgmental out.

You will see who rules,

while we watch your heads roll.

Bow Down! Fall Down! Lay Down and Die!

We are the shadows of the day and the demons of heaven,

so beware of the uprising and upheaval taking place.

Our black blood will flow into these streets,

you will die, and forever lost within this Hell.

Goodbye and farewell you hypocrites,

you are faceless and dead to the wind.

The Outcasts rule,

now feel our wrath!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I felt the power of your words in this outcasts write. I like the idea of faceless and dead to the wind which I take it as change or evolution...Wonderful...:)

[Connor Burns]

Thank you. I wrote this because of the judgement people gave me because i wear black and listen to heavy music. It isnt a phase, but a lifestyle and even an evolution like you said. Thank you soo much for the review.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I was close then...You are welcome...:)