Aaron the MoorA Poem by The Raven KingA Metal song in homage to the Greatest Shakesperean Villian of All Time.
I dig up dead men from their graves
And set them upright silent slaves
At the doors of friends they stand
Words carved in flesh with my own hand
Though I am dead and gone away
Please cry for me a thousand days
Though I have said my final bye
Let not your sorrow ever die
Let not your sorrow ever die
Let not your sorrow ever die
Let not your sorrow ever die
Some say revenge is best served cold
Well I like mine served a la mode
Let numbness melt and drip away
From tender hearts and sanity
So I can poke and prod and push
Your sensibilities to mush
And sear the back of your eyelids
So when you sleep you just see this
Though you fear no frightful beast
No god or devil in the least
You fear me a mortal man
True evil is a mortal man
True evil is a mortal man
True evil is a mortal man
You warn your children of the night
And push them all towards the light
I was a child not long ago
And I was forced down the same road
I am a product of my world
No hell is here no horns beheld
Just flesh and bone
Humanity
Look in the mirror and you’ll see
Look in the mirror and you’ll see
Look in the mirror and you’ll see
You reap what you sow
so reap what you see
© 2011 The Raven KingReviews
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Added on November 8, 2009Last Updated on July 17, 2011 AuthorThe Raven KingAZAbout"Call me vain and proud, the greatest sinner ever to walk God's earth, but Satan's boy I could never be. I haven't the humility." -Urbain Grandier, The Devils of Loudon I am older than I look by a.. more..Writing
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