Following the end

Raging war at GAZA

Following the End...

 I purge the way out of life,

 

The brands where scattered by another brother,

Cause you cease to be my shield for time another,

Why should dew stand on frozen stalls,

Evanascent to fire?

Broken,broken is thy every word;

Beneath the time's very sword,

Fickle,fickle is thy assuring contour;

Vague is where it lures,

Love,love is what it seeks.

Do you know of the place where its coined?

Do you know the purgatory where its shoved?

Do you or do you not pass by its tomb?

Do you not see arms,arms being strewn,

By winds,the nothern winds,

Bringing dearth,putrid homecoming.

Do you not hear the melting life?

Trickling in search of a vessel.

Vessel pristine like Holy Mother's Womb.

Do you or do you not smell me burning?

Your parts sloshed down,

Away,away with cold lifeless pupils,

Open like deep caves,trying to meet their end,

Their end......Thats theirs.

 

DEDICATED TO WAR VICTIMS IN GAZA...MAY THEIR SOULS REST IN PEACE --<--@