9 сент. 2018 г., 00:44

Internal War 

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Define sobriety through pleasures of the mind,
request all systems to deny.
The absence of reality that makes the pile
of sinned resistance to defy.

 

Lethargic blissfull emptiness, 
it lurks behind that door,
stay hidden in the nothingness.
I ask the Rage to show me more.

 

Like Mighty Voyager i'm wandering,
i walk throughout unknown.
My heart's prepared to plundering
sadistic nature of my soul.

 

So it began - the greatest war of all,
destructive passion, death and scorn.
Will it be pointless if i fall?
The time has come to be reborn.

© Joakim from the grave Все права защищены

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