Abominations

Crimson winds,
Creeping death,
Raining blood,
Future laid to rest.
Heavens fall,
When everytime we die.
These things are bleeding me,
All nightmare long.
Horrified visions fade to black,
But the memory remains.
The perversions of pain,
Being needled 247.
The thing that should not be.
The past is like a funeral,
And remorse is for the dead.
From the oblivion,
Burning our ashes,
Again we will rise.
It’s all within our hands,
Crushing the scepter,
Let’s regain our lost dominion.
Terrorists, be petrified,
‘cause our redemption lies in your demise.
Let the revolution begin.

Thirteen Autumns

Autumns of my life,
The perennial fall;
Demons of the past thrive,
Bitter memories howl.
Mind entombed within closed doors,
Expressionless and full of hate;
Life becomes a melancholic moor,
Sorrowful and desolate.
Reminiscence of the fall,
Mourning winds blow;
Pale and grey mist wall,
Engulfs your shadow.
Life signs get bleak,
A chapter is over;
You wail your last sigh,
The heartbeat gets slower.
Wrinkled leaves,
Fall before your eyes;
Farewell time,
It's time to say goodbye.
Elegy painted funeral,
A momentous leap;
Anguish ephemeral,
Then a blissful sleep.