The Seventh Circle (Level 1, 2, 3)

The Murderers-The Suicides and the Blasphemers

Level 1

 

The jack-in-the-box pops

And the joker runs wild

Humanity’s insanity never stops

The jack-in-the-box pops

Streets littered with dead cops

A mother gives up her life for her child

The jack-in-the-box pops

And the joker runs wild

 

Boiling blood and homicidal bubbles

A cup of hate and a pinch of rage

Are the sources of man made troubles

Boiling blood and homicidal bubbles

Add lust for power and madness doubles

Killers and glory hounds make a new dark age

Boiling blood and homicidal bubbles

A cup of hate and a pinch of rage

 

You maggots and worms stay submerged in the mud

Our acid tipped arrows will block your escape

The stink of your souls reeks of urine and blood

You maggots and worms stay submerged in the mud

Rain, hail and fire erupts in a thunderous flood

No more will you kill, maim, murder and rape

You maggots and worms stay submerged in the mud

Our acid tipped arrows will block your escape

 

 

Level 2

 

 

In this winter of lost dreams

amongst the unborn and newly dead

 

-I still whisper your name-

 

~But only my echo returns~

 

Leaving my frozen desire

and tethered hope,

to remain buried within the ice

 

The chains that hold me and

rip into my flesh; were made by

your loving hands. To feel

them once again against my cheek

is all that I ask-even though your

touch, turns me to dust.

 

-I long for your embrace-

 

~Instead of this chill that eats at my bones~

 

wings scarred and broken

into the ice I sink

with your name forever

etched on my heart

 

 

Level 3

 

The lone wolf chews and eats his young

Too many roosters spoil the hen

There can be only one with a golden tongue

 

They bowed before me in all my glory

The lone wolf chews and eats his young

In Awe-were all who heard my story

 

I am your only begotten son

There can only be one with a golden tongue

Jesus was the deluded one

 

Stretched on burning sand: no more songs falsely sung

The joke was on me; I was the Dark Ones ill-gotten son

The lone wolf chews and eats his young

There can be only one with a golden tongue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

The first one is a triple triolet-the second is blank verse and the third is -look it up- it's a grat form- I'm such a tease...

Reviews

[deeps]

With Level one I can almost get at
let the itty's run and try to escape but truth will await you in the end
Those who await and remain as blindsighted by truth will bury their head in shame.
It's a dark cold world when we have to run and hide from a little truth.

Level two
I can sense the chains that tie us are the ones that can also free us
if we keep them strained and in a bind we are left as dirty little beasties right?

Level three
The sinners of man are the liars and are ready for a feast
they will feed off their prey to be forgiven in the end
bringing one up to the altar to ask for forgiveness

All in all I learned quite a bit from this marveloous write here.
well written and it enlightened my soul and heart.

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

"The lone wolf chews and eats his young

Too many roosters spoil the hen

There can be only one with a golden tongue"
my favorite lines. great imagery throughout.

Dude, this one is some serious work. From front to back, the whole piece is golden.
I got creeped out a few times...and I have voodoo dolls and various animal skulls adorning
the walls of my home. Great!
FF