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Reaching For The Sun
That I was once a wild rose
Freshly budding innocence
The world was fraught with brilliance
My heart was crowned with naivety
A too-easily-trusting baby
Too easily I trusted a man
And gave him my heart with both hands
Too quickly I trusted him with all of me
Gave him everything in entirety
I thought him to be my dashing white knight
His glamoury of such blinded my first sight
If only I had trusted my first inclinition
And not let feelings cloud my intuition
I'd see… Continue
Posted on September 19, 2009 at 12:00am — 1 Comment
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THE DEMONS CALLED "ILLUMINATI"
TRAINED IN DARK OF SATANS WOMB,
THE ILLUMINATE ONES EXIT THEIR TOMB
TO SEAL THE FATE OF MODERN MAN,
TO TORTURE SOULS FOR THE FALLEN CLAN
EVIL POWERS CONTROLING US,
WE SCREAM FOR MERCY THROUGH THE DUST
THE WICKED REPTILES OF BIBLICAL DAYS
CONSUME OUR SOULS IN VIOLENT WAYS
THE RICH AND POWERFUL… Continue
Posted by PREACHER on September 27, 2009 at 4:08am
SILENCE
THE GHOSTLY SILENCE OF A GIRL
AWAITING DEATH OR LIFE
THE PAINFUL MEMORY SHE MUST BARE
OF MURDER BY A KNIFE
SHE WAITS FOR HIM TO WAKE
HIS BODY STILL AND COLD
HER FATHER COMES TO BURY HIM
AND PUNISH HER WICKED SOUL
SHE HOLDS THE SHAME HER FATHER SAYS
FOR LOVING ONE SO YOUNG… Continue
Posted by PREACHER on May 8, 2009 at 4:30am
A WASTELAND WITH NO END
HOW BITTER COLD, THIS WINTER TOLD THE YEAR 2009
FOR SOME WHO LIKE THE SNOWY WHITE INDEED IT WAS DIVINE
BUT STORIES OF THE EVIL THAT FILLS THE WORLD TODAY
WERE TOLD TO ME, BY A MAN, I STILL CAN HERE HIM SAY
THESE THINGS I TELL YOU ARE THE TRUTH SOME DAY YOU SOON SHALL SE… Continue
Posted by PREACHER on March 19, 2009 at 9:47am — 2 Comments
GOTHIC HORROR
HOW QUIET THE FACE OF GOTHIC HORROR
WHERE NO ONE HEARS THE SCREAMS
OF LIFE THATS SHATTERED IN AN INSTANT
THE DEADLY NIGHTMARE OF DREAMS
THOUGH NO ONE SEES THE PAIN INSIDE
THIS FACE THATS ALL BUT DIED
SHE IS THE LONLEY REPLICA
OF A LIFE THATS GONE A RYE
SO SADLY WE MUST LOOK ON… Continue
Posted by PREACHER on January 26, 2009 at 7:53am
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