Watch it Die…

Somewhere dust covers the seal; vacant coffin
Lo this trumpet heralds the sire’s design
Frailty has excised faith inquistioned apathy
Curbing submission with but a thread of honor

This silver cross but a gilded collar
Reluctantly obedient chewing bones of the past
Tie the knots, swing the axe
Let it run, hear the blood, watch it die…

 

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November 28, 2012

Thanks for the note. Quite the complement from the expert of chillers…like above….I mean, Let it run, hear the blood, watch it die….that’s no bedtime story either…. :o)

November 28, 2012

you should so write songs for a metal band!!! this is badass!

December 3, 2012

ryn: thanks for the kind words, relationships can wear on one’s brain for sure. in regards to music, i wholeheartedly agree with you. most mainstream music is such watered-down, homogenized crapola. there’s just no sense of originality anymore, because everyone is *trying* to be ‘quirky’. i find it so amusing how hipster-types are obsessed with irony as if it were a new concept.

December 3, 2012

also, would it be weird if i asked if i could follow your diary? idk what the protocol is but i think you’re interesting and i don’t want to be a creeper trolling you in the shadowen lol

December 4, 2012

RYN: Really? Do you have a particular favourite?

December 5, 2012

I struggle too with how it all ends up. I’ve been trying to read alternative scriptures to the christian community that I was raised in. Judgemental philosophies of “we are right and your are wrong and blasphemous” is most disconcerting. The highway to redemption is paved with the best intentions but the wisdom seems somewhat lacking…especially since they all sound freakishly similar.