Cereal_Killa
05-08-2013, 06:28 AM
HOME-LESS-SECURITY
In the Middle of Conjunction
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In the middle where two hearts meet is our true nature’s revolt
A platform of mortality and a curator of soul
A Home cannot be called home, if you treat it with disrespect
And Security has no purpose, if there‘s nothing to protect
..
Across realms a white tiger drifts with his paws bloody n’ worn
He has walked for years now in search of a permanent haunt
A cautious creature of sorts, who’s forged from strength to form defense
Spent from that same sense of pride.. He withdraws at his own expense
Alone upon a fallen battle marsh of numbness, he faints
Though his true nature is to keep moving to suppress the pain
Vexed he rests with rage and dreams of death, dancing beyond the grave
Laced with depth.. A Spirit-Tree of peace now paints the stage he craves
HOPE
An abode to call his own which rains upon his canvas of flames
A transient chant of change in light-rays of immaculate range
A flutter of answers flood each wavering shudder he’s made
As the trance of a phantom whispers true life throughout his veins
Doused by faith he awakes beyond the distaste of yesterday
With eternal life he now expands through the land n yonder
Never to stop or look back in fear from the doubt in wonder
As the plains dry
He fights past the unknown towards a sky as pure as snow
Beyond all growth, in view of cliffs which slope and dip through fields of smoke
Upon the valley emits a light which parts through clouds of ash
Shafts of screams cast a reverie of requiems attacked
The Spirit Tree is revealed, concealed by angels and gods alike
The immortals thriving off the nectar it bleeds, from this fire fight
The White Tiger ignites with a riot of viral lysine
A soloist of souls combined, he strikes force like a Titan
Strides forth in a lightning bolt of organic ultra violence
From each claw swiped comes this silent natural sense of refinement
Total annihilation! No choir would hum his hymn of valor
As to grow from death seems as obscene as this grim Valhalla
Scared from battle, the White Tiger subsides by the Spirit Tree
Opening his heart under the flames and in turn setting him free
A surge of white light immerses the black realm of Conjunction
From this vivid storm forms the true cycle of reproduction
The greens become greener for the next generation of young
As the tiger now drifts in the ambers of the new life to come
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http://cs418720.vk.me/v418720086/519a/Sa4ek4gO0Ag.jpg
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THE END
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Heys guys i wont be writing on here for awhile but i will pop in from time to time..
I hope you guys stay as amazing as you are..
Goodbye, farewell and amen..
In the Middle of Conjunction
..
In the middle where two hearts meet is our true nature’s revolt
A platform of mortality and a curator of soul
A Home cannot be called home, if you treat it with disrespect
And Security has no purpose, if there‘s nothing to protect
..
Across realms a white tiger drifts with his paws bloody n’ worn
He has walked for years now in search of a permanent haunt
A cautious creature of sorts, who’s forged from strength to form defense
Spent from that same sense of pride.. He withdraws at his own expense
Alone upon a fallen battle marsh of numbness, he faints
Though his true nature is to keep moving to suppress the pain
Vexed he rests with rage and dreams of death, dancing beyond the grave
Laced with depth.. A Spirit-Tree of peace now paints the stage he craves
HOPE
An abode to call his own which rains upon his canvas of flames
A transient chant of change in light-rays of immaculate range
A flutter of answers flood each wavering shudder he’s made
As the trance of a phantom whispers true life throughout his veins
Doused by faith he awakes beyond the distaste of yesterday
With eternal life he now expands through the land n yonder
Never to stop or look back in fear from the doubt in wonder
As the plains dry
He fights past the unknown towards a sky as pure as snow
Beyond all growth, in view of cliffs which slope and dip through fields of smoke
Upon the valley emits a light which parts through clouds of ash
Shafts of screams cast a reverie of requiems attacked
The Spirit Tree is revealed, concealed by angels and gods alike
The immortals thriving off the nectar it bleeds, from this fire fight
The White Tiger ignites with a riot of viral lysine
A soloist of souls combined, he strikes force like a Titan
Strides forth in a lightning bolt of organic ultra violence
From each claw swiped comes this silent natural sense of refinement
Total annihilation! No choir would hum his hymn of valor
As to grow from death seems as obscene as this grim Valhalla
Scared from battle, the White Tiger subsides by the Spirit Tree
Opening his heart under the flames and in turn setting him free
A surge of white light immerses the black realm of Conjunction
From this vivid storm forms the true cycle of reproduction
The greens become greener for the next generation of young
As the tiger now drifts in the ambers of the new life to come
..
http://cs418720.vk.me/v418720086/519a/Sa4ek4gO0Ag.jpg
..
THE END
..
Heys guys i wont be writing on here for awhile but i will pop in from time to time..
I hope you guys stay as amazing as you are..
Goodbye, farewell and amen..