It's A Battle For The Crown, A Story of Passed, Again?

During the Regime of Satan,

Lucifer shall be Silenced,

by the horror of such a shock,

that God Himself,

shall fall-dead.

In this Celestial Battle,

the barrage of man,

into the spiritual,

will be met with the blood of innocence,

on the hands of no one person.

For in the Fall of God himself,

from the Heavens above,

he shall have sacrificed nothing for these cries.

The death shall have been,

not swift but sudden,

from the emotional sight,

of what Man has done.

The Battle Cries,

of the Once opposing side,

shall cease with such an amazing speed,

that there is no-wonder.

As They loved Their Father

Not One Human Being,

will be privy,

to the Pain, to the Agony,

of the Dark Angels.

No Head will hang,

not a prayer will have been said,

only rejoicing will be heard,

on the assumption of what has now become absurd.

I quiet my own,

to respect this tragedy.

The Scene is Surreal,

and the Fear, Immortal.

For Their Father,

the Lord God Almighty,

has been Smited,

by the hand of man kinds,

Hatred, Doubt, Transgression & Sin.

As Darkness looks upon the Other,

an Entity on the Horizon,

is confirmation that what has happened,

is murderous and without question,

Treason Against A Celestial.

Joining 'The Brethren' of the Divine,

I stare.

With disbelief and sadness,

for few take heed,

or will consider,

Satan,

in this Template of War.

Watching,

I testify to the truth of level,

and the Lord that Was.

Rise not to the Occasion,

for as this has come to be,

You neither felt or cared to know of it's Transparency.

Another Confirmation,

to the deeds to come.

The Future is Bleak,

for I feel,

Anger at this Action,

will turn Fear into Rage,

and Revenge from the Darkest Fare,

will not be felt,

but realized by the manifestation,

into Flesh;

by All of what Was,

and is no more,

the Under-Verse.

Joined by Their Brothers,

an Invitation was Sent,

and 'An Order' delivered,

to the heaven that was,

"Join Me or Burn as 'An Arch-Angel' of Mercy,

 in a Spit-Fire black Dialect,

 immersed for repeated time in the Power-of-the-Light. 

Set in a Void........"

(Screams below, the Skies Fall) 

"Brethren!"

"Turn aside from the Coats of Defile,

and pick-up Your Internal and Seductive Mind,

for 'OUR' father has been taken by the Instant."

"The Sight-of-Man,

and the 'Conditional Tongue' with which men speak,

reached his Heart through a Spiritual View."

"Imploding his Soul,

into an Ashen remain."

"We Are Alone."

Satan Spake

As I listen to His Repose,

I am filled with questions.

My Sight of such,

has brought no pleasure into my life,

for Home is Know more.

Watching this Parade of the Celestial,

as the Mass chapels a response,

greeting one another,

I am baffled by the Comradery that has been recovered by...

(All)

The Blackness Encompasses each of Gods Warriors,

as They fall knot,

but in the Flight-of-the-Run,

join the Fallen One.

Not changing sides,

but abandoning the skies,

for the feet of mortal men.

RUN!!

A Calculated Response,

to an unwholesome action,

has left a godless nation,

for...Eternity?

Know "All" Time !!

As I See a View,

of the Untamed,

I search for any sign,

of the almighty himself.

There is nothing!

I continue deep into the Night,

and in the early hours of 'morn,

imploring Nature itself,

to bid her due...

Where has He run?

I Scream!

The communication is set-forth,

 by Mother Natures concern for the 'Wild-One.'

I rest not.

The Search is over,

remembrance ranks my mind,

with the temper of the most ancient pass:

long it has been,

since the time of witness,

of such an unbearable thought, End.

As the agony enhances my Minds-Eye,

I have the complication of a Sage.

For it is Me,

which has been entrusted to bleed.

An Archaic Faucet,

opens to the turning of the tides,

in an effort to stop the impending flood,

of the darkest matter,

upon whom will bare,

such a baffling and cunning decree.

An 'Order of Cause'

is issued by a 'Universal Writ'

to bring to justice,

the mind-blowing beings,

as Murderers of Rage.

I'm floored by the Writ,

of the

Galactical Stars.

In a Moment-of-Law,

I attempt to take flight,

to join whom I cannot find.

Grounded by the Forces of a Godless Earth,

I can feel the upsurge of Nature,

to purge.

Preparing for a Battle,

on her dirt, I gasp;

I am not Hurt!

My Mind rebels,

as a silent scream escapes to no avail.

What creature shall live,

as the dark-ones prevail?

A moment of callous assumption of man.

The Declare of Understanding,

a Spiritual-Hand,

not forced a demonic re-soul;

"Why?"

I plead,

"Did You Knock God Out?"

Your lack of faith, 

and constant rivalry with Your Fellow Man-Kind,

destroyed that which You Profess to stand.

Yet,

in deeper thought,

I retreat for reason.

KNOW!

A Higher Power,

is a Continual Phase.

I continue to listen,

You Speak with No-delicacy,

(your words)

'As "We" Understood Him.'

You have underlined this in Your Text,

all over this World.

So You know of His death?

I'm Blind with the Sight of this,

my Minds-Eye is Aghast,

I search to quit,

these workings of mine.

I blink to know myself,

not Sight.

A treacherous and vicious turn-about!

I feel numb,

with the anticipatory reveal of Your motives,

You 'Wake' a spelling voice of a Voodoo Shack,

Lucifer is back.

How foolish of Me to believe,

that there was a glimmer of anything like,

Hope or Faith.

For in my face,

You question the meanings of such Words.

Have You finally realized the loss?

Knowledge is not found,

it is Realized,

but, should Natural Knowledge there-wit be gained,

you shall Perish in the Evidence of Your Shrinking-Thought.

The Gift of Wonder,

shall be robbed from You,

You shall die in Mind not Spirit.

For an Everlasting & Immortal Death,

shall be held in an accord for this sin,

which You have Propagated against,

God Himself!

Witch-Craft is for the Vain of Heart,

and You enveloped Your Beings in it's Magic,

as Satanic Reproach.

Listening to the Rehearsal,

of Your fruitless manor isms,

towards other beings,

brings Me to my knees,

so that I may recognize,

 that which You have accomplished.

For in my prayer,

I know no end,

to this means of defilement,

that I have had to witness,

in my person.

Forth Coming,

shall be the Curse of Man.

Make Evident Your Store!

Satan has His Lore,

and I know His Father,

is the dying Lite on the Horizon,

You Hit.

The Battle,

which You have Waged,

will be the War of this Earth.

Walking Upright,

and on two feet, not four,

Serving as the Tender,

for which Darkness shall Trade Your lives upon.

The Failure to Appear,

shall be marked with the Postage of Voice,

and the Message Written,

will become Self-Evident as Blown.

Not even a burial for the old man,

no Marker to represent His place,

just gone, into thin matter of change again.

I'm repulsed

Changing the Future for the Past,

reminds Me to Listen.

I can Hear the Drumming of the UnderWorld,

to each beat, I can match the Head, the Face,

to the Echo.

What have You done?

Waking the Enlightened One,

for the Next-In-Charge,

was thrown to Earth,

to Serve a Sentence,

of Disobedience on Remand!

Or, Maybe this was part of a Grander Plan,

or maybe You just didn't think,

that with the King's death,

A Prince would Stand,

to Take His Rightful Heir and Crown,

in darkness, on land.

Hence, The Message has been Delivered,

Pure Resurrection, a Sliver.

Sage's Reveal

The Blast of Passed

The Arc of Knowledge,

steeps itself in learning.

The Depths of Desire,

to interest,

One's Self!

As Each Inquiry,

of the mind's thought,

links itself,

too A-Lot.

It shall be up to the individual, 

(Self)

to sort-or-reason out the spontaneity,

of Such connections.

In Order, too Relate,

what may be relative today.

As Time shall pass,

the capacity for growth,

is only inhibited,

by a surround of fear to do so.

Although this Halts,

such an Ideal,

it also increase strange old methods,

expediting a greater need to abolish,

'the promising thinker'

as a heretic or the like.

What is Interpreted,

as a threat to known acceptance,

of unknown existences,

should be observed with Interest.

A different,

possibly objective,

certainly progressive thought,

into the indifference,

of Why reason,

is such an incredibly denied and/or hated,

Point-of-Reference.

Not for a Begin but a Continue,

of what has yet to happen.

All in the simple,

yet complex review,

of only One thought,

linking the explosive nature,

of a natural progression to grow.

Thinking in-to Knew.

Will 'Change' deliver,

Should, or, just remain in, Could?

Making Present,

'Wrongs to Right'

or

leaving Minds so uptight,

that the twist becomes the bind,

to leave behind,

so We cannot find,

Peace-in-Mind.

To what End,

with "No-Begin"

will Humanity stop the blend,

of taking others,

and not themselves to a point of Accountability.

Seemingly in History Past,

the rope did snap the neck of so many,

that had no opportunity to just Turn and Walk-Away.

That display,

was left for the Accusers-of-the Day.

Therefore, did Justice Serve,

on the grounds which we should fret?

And not Merely Accept, because it's not You.

The Ewe In State Is In Need, Replace?

Should this Puzzle,

a Riddle too,

make more than a Picture,

than it shall Be.

Just as Meant.

Not one of only Hope,

but to See,

things are sewn.

A Stitch in Time,

saves Nine!

A smile,

that stretched,

from Hear,

to Here,

just to know,

the Suit.

The actuality of,

"What Dreams May Come"

a movie, a show.

to Me,

at least, it's true.

How far does life go?

I Fear that Might,

reveals the sight.

That May Be A Clue For You!

No Matter,

the dimension understood,

to Ascend,

is good.

To state your fact,

after a tap,

to remind you just of could.

Will

Remain to be Seen,

to save speech,

so more could show,

the Voice of Another.

Roads

To Pave the Life,

with only Rife,

instead of what is Different,

is a signal,

too ignite difference.

A Fight

The Longevity of Ancient Rites,

will Soar,

albeit tunes.

The Music, Runes

Far Before,

and much long after,

indifference was dealt as Fare.

A Realization,

of Their rapture.

Discovery of,

"The Why"

We Come.

Nature's Spice,

you're fragrant,

not nice.

The horror of the odor,

You do express,

is just showing fear,

providing test.

How much Cents,

does this make?

Collecting for?

The Poor?

Or,

just to break,

ALL

that have a Mind to provide,

what is rankling?

Soap of the Mind,

a Keen Sense,

You are Bent,

and the smell of such should Create.

Repent!!

For Lack Of Care I Despair

Sadness Fills Me!!

I believe this Life,

is Tragedy.

Filled,

with only,

Time for Me.

Sometimes,

I 'See' a glimmer,

in those shimmering moments,

I Realize:

'I don't belong.'

Since I began,

I've been left alone.

Never really wanted;

I Know!

I hang on,

to a,

Scene-in-my-Mind.

a place,

a home.

Should I return to 'My Own Place'

I will feel joy.

The Hours,

that pass for me,

will only be,

as long as Nature,

See's fit for Me to Stay.

Oh, How I Long,

for what what is gone.

It has been,

too much for me,

to Bare, to Record,

or to simply take note;

Faith is in Rote

A Stance To Post

The Religion War Fares,

Old,

too despair.

Now,

Spiritual makes Cents.

Penny's on the Dollar,

it is Added-as-Squalor!

Belief makes Know Mention,

to addition.

Prevented,

'cause Wealth of the Mind,

is Singular,

of Fined!

A Balance,

to guide the innocence,

will hide,

not as a disguise,

but to protect,

You-from-Fear!

Speech is not Free!!

When the Cost,

is so Found,

an isolated existence & disagree,

is

Resistance.

Reason is Such,

to introduce what is known,

to the mapping,

of

Self.

In Discovery,

of found.

A Knew Zone

Is it a Crime,

considered treason,

to question or freeze in,

the stated?

Not Pleasing,

of All-that-You-Bleed-Inn.

The destination of gatherings,

an offer to ramblings,

that Sentence-of-Strife,

not Liberate,

the blind.

"To Continue"

With Interpretation,

a story,

re-written,

isn't it,

History and Time,

re-defined?

As Liberty is made a Prison,

I search for the choice,

to Hear,

what is buried,

from Eyes that won't Lie.

The Chill-of-Original,

not altered,

just spoke,

with Tone and Inflection,

to communicate Well,

not Sicken to listen,

a story.

A Tell

Answer presents the Question,

of Power,

to guide not make cower.

The Interest,

in 'Why' Our Minds,

liken Reason,

to Equal-A-Sum,

to being taught,

not suffer treason.

As the World does displace,

a Prophecy takin' place,

a 'Word' for 'Word' Act,

to Sum-it's-Exact.

Precision to Sight,

from Centuries back,

an impossible tact,

to confuse or react,

with anything but respect,

to what I do love,

'The Verse'

not a shove!!

Namaste!!

Placed In Real Knot

Wear in this Life,

A Shield!!

Not Rife!!!

Not to project,

an exampling of wrecked,

but to show,

that you're Knot.

Full of just Taught,

a Sight-To-Behold.

Not Kill,

'cause it's old.

A Vision,

of spoken heard,

considered irregular,

or Absurd.

Will cast light,

into the blackened,

Darkness.

As Right,

becomes,

Righteous!!

Not Bound

Bye constraints,

a prison,

I rank.

To Show,

the 'Right'

Stance

For Liberty

"Just"

a chance.

Free does incur cost,

a Sight of,

Know Loss.

In Worlds that Kill,

their Citizens and Boss,

too Assassinate,

'At Will?'

The Trigger,

of the Shill,

perpetuating death,

not Quill?

To Write-the-Wrongs,

in Ink,

a belong.

Will encourage,

an Ancient Order,

to go,

Study a Reason.

For boarders in Minds,

discouraging,

Treason,

delivering reason,

a 'Time' a 'Verse'

not a Legion.

Won will Stand,

Out!!

A Guarded Tout

The Lines are not Seen,

Communication,

will be lean.

Fear is not Right!!

To settle the wrong,

a quite display,

may prove,

a new way.

A Road to be Paved,

with Words that are Strong,

that Lead,

to guidance or,

Men.

That do Song!

Hymns of the Past,

written to last,

through,

Ages-Of-Wrath,

are designed to wrap,

a comforting Cloak,

on Those,

that don't joke.

Those that do choke on Words,

of,

'Know Hope'

create yokes.

A forbearance,

for 'Ancient Lines'

to reveal what is kind,

to further rewind,

a

'Complicated Mind.'

The Prose,

to prove growth,

the Secrets,

of Rote.

A thorny approach,

a Purchase-of-Note,

to be heard.

Not Provoke!!

To Brake With News

I Swear,

I must put credence,

Inn,

The Nature of Law.

Written in History,

to assist,

not cause misery.

To listen to a declare,

that Takes-Lives-Away,

based on,

'An Imminent Display?'

  

Will bring Death,

to Innocence,

with no recorded sentence.

To be a Native to known,

I detect,

'No Sense'

Even the Law of the Jungle,

in instance,

would object!!

The navigation of furthering life,

is surely not through such derived strife!

The threat of Extinction,

is known,

the bullet to kill is not just aimed,

but fired.

The Curious,

whom Implore?

I do believe,

I have been,
well it's all just troubling.

I am floored at the Document,

taking 'Lives'

from the docket,

reducing chances,

based on Fear?

Thoughts could be intentions,

not clear.

A Country,

removing its Birthed,

with 'No Trial'

Produces Tribulation,

not elation.

A Sad Day

The Truth,

forever sealed.

For how does,

'One'

appeal,

a death sentence,

of Real?

No Evidence Required!

No Fence to Sit!

No Defense,

to be told.

To Kill,

not the old,

buried for reasons,

like 'Treason'

so we're told.

Our Country,

has taken life,

in countries untold.

Asked to be Bold?

I Balk.

To Redefine What Understood, Hear

A Word without Meaning,

which has been redefined and is scheming,

to Confuse a Sentence,

with a deeper believing,

is simple allowing:

Mis-Leading

To show what is said,

to cause dread for what is not dead.

A Blind & Sorted approach,

to obliterate a Language,

of Rote,

a Chiseler's Dope.

To ensure the languages of Told,

I define for only the Bold,

to Spell-Out,

know notes of old.

There is a specific understanding,

an under-tone.

A Laudable Voice,

projecting Choice,

with dialect needing inflect,

upon 'Past Learned Verse'

lends credence to the words as practiced,

not Rehearsed!!

A Truth can be passed-in,

descriptions that will last,

not up for interpretation,

from Our past,

but to Incorporate-the-Future.

Should a Testimony-of-Old,

be recorded for a Fold,

than 'The Original' will hold,

to Guide those that choose to abide.

To ignore and defame the Text or the Word,

delivered specific to Men of the Same,

is a Cowards admission of Fear.

Profane!!

A Word can carry weight,

upon the driven,

to redefine or to mislead the Blind.

To try to find,

the books which define,

the things that are spoken,

just to understand what is broken,

is more than a token.

For definitions of such,

are difficult to touch,

without being written,

as defiant or smitten.

To presume that News,

delivers truths & not lies,

is a comfort to only those whom have no need,

to disguise their words.

Speaking-With-Girth

Not Misleading,

with rehearsed.

Why Knot? It's Complicated

I treasure the Moments,

which Remind-Me of Past!!

Mystery that Will-Guide; Me

To Know that Secrets-Are-Kept,

with-in the Minds that Set,

a measure to See,

just the glory of,

BE!!

In the Scores of Tablets,

that have Written,

so often,

Forgiven Thought,

in a rapture of what,

is Naturally-Given.

To expand the view of Life,

not strife.

Yet, at the moments, 

Stop,

burned and fried,

mental-capacity of the brain,

not taught.

It is Hated, Killed,

too Halt!

A Plot

Evolution, Creation, Natural Law,

Understood,

never dead.

I lean myself to Curve

to miss the bullets,

thrown by Words,

the Callous, the Absurd,

missing the invitational light bringing,

Sustenance,

should bring in-sight.

Encouraging not discouraging,

Sight that will Sow,

Tomorrow too Today,

Yesterday too Past,

Belief in History,

Myths and Mystical,

to due the total.

Owed we are not,

foreboding thought,

into action not sought.

Scene

Appeasing it seems,

is the way of obscene,

for in the 3rd Eye,

hardly a try,

Truth is Observed,

in silence You learn.

Not to condemn,

a peaceful hymn,

increasing our Might,

to Trace the Right,

so Left can be Known,

as a Door,

of just shown.

Importance will lay,

within what is real,

the defining signal,

of 'Why' some do wriggle.

No Room for Interpretation

When Clarity speaks,

of and through the Scribs,

that will Riddle and Verse,

to Thought-in-the-Middle,

in nothing more than a scribble,

than you will know it is,

to merely detect all that Quibble.

The Sound of Surprise

A Directory-of-Thought!!

A synapse does Hold,

fire it does,

upon the rise of flame.

The Light-of-a-Display,

to Show,

not complain.

A given name,

of this,

I know.

Time does Play,

this symmetry,

it is so very, very Old.

Reframe

As the light does shine,

the moon shimmers upon the bay,

casting shadows,

a sobering sight,

I behold the Same.

The equation of a Note,

the Tone in Silence,

broke not the air,

but the Yoke,

of which Life had dealt me.

I spoke of what I did feel,

to suppose of such as surreal,

becomes the death of more than known.

It says 'Goodnight'

to what may be right,

not just for me,

but for everyone.

A Treasure is Held,

in Hope I Fell,

for Belief,

and not to sell,

the Ancient or the Wise.

To Me, at least,

the Lies that Preach,

no allowance for a new release,

takes no heed to that which bleeds.

A Point-Of-Difference Too See,

for Chance does Subject as well.

I Am Grateful For Hymn!!

Their in this 'Seen,'

where Vessels made Way,

Sails up and filled with Wind.

A Howling,

echoed,

Songs-of-War.

The Land was under feet,

the Sky in Set,

left behind,

I stood to,

 Know fall.

I understood their Call.

In this time,

my memory does find,

an Ocean to View.

The billowing of the Sails,

Ships I watched,

just left me.

Upon a wall,

I saw no-one I knew,

he stood too,

watched with I,

no cry.

Into the Horizon of that setting sun,

the sight of such,

is settled,

done.

I turned to sight,

please bless this girl,

with the presence of,

I feared,

he loved.

Left once more,

by whom had sworn,

that Cause-Affect,

is how it's done.

To stay with sir,

he did concur,

his kindness saddened,

by my given-state,

of 'Why?'

Although the weight of levity,

did prove to be his hand,

he dealt compassion,

he did not speak of this.

 Foreign Land

To tolerate one such act,

was changed by all of that,

the instant of,

this ugly shove,

of what the seas took from me,

the pain of knowing,

you will be left for showing,

Sum-of-Two,

not Won!

A calculation of what nature shouts,

for I see this Man about.

How strange it seems,

this verse it streams,

with 'Times' I See,

inside of Me.

A Third-Eye of which I Speak

To know Truth,

a memory of Wealth,

belongs to 'I'

to Say I'm Long,

I've been,

I have experienced Him!

No descriptor could be a text,

that did change what I said,

he did hold true,

I have know-regret.

He explained:

"No Ship-Wreck"

The Court of Death....Provides You With...

For Death Court is not,

a Contract of Faith.

Nor, is it written.

When you pass from Realm to Realm,

it is the dimensions that you cross,
that forced Belief.

Without mere directions you may find yourself lost.

You stand alone,

Alive & Held in the force of Judgement!!

Fear not what You cannot believe,

nor comprehend,
for in-this-thought,
I brought.

Relief.

To conceive the simplicity of,

Pulling a Number

to stand your turn,
is a concept of patience.

In Christianity,

you will find the Con,

which Channels the Evils,

from within your core,
to merely belong?

In Death Court there is More!

To stand your ground in defense of life,

delivers your opportunity to know twice.

Once to Announce Your-Self!

And than to know your Wealth.

The Lies & Excuses,

you begin to make from here,

have wiped-out lives and shelved,

the Existence of Hope,
everywhere!!

Your constant burn of human beings,

has created in itself the,

Indignity of Pain.

The Millions of Turns, 

or ways to get out of this final review,
is in itself a fruitless measure.

So why not be better,
and state what should be clear;

Be Accountable.

An example of action,
that delivers an individual traction,
to become what they may,
naturally, independently,
with a wealth of mind,
to engage and then to find,
a personal truth.

 Just may end up being,

A Universal Truth of,

Seeing!

A Grave In-Site

To discover,

the dead rising,

when Hell is to crowded for Them,

would cause dismay in any end.

For if the Tombs,

in Life did speak,

would it not Creak?

No Flesh & Blood,

to circulate,

just the Skeletal remain to debate.

What if the Grave does Mark?

With words and names in plain sight,

to read a might?

Identify a given life,

passed,

bye,

to birth or in order,

to sum a calculated fight.

Should such Account,

be paved with insight,

not fright,

so 'We' may live not again,

but Continue in a Win.

Could 'We' than touch upon the Verse,

a prophecy, rehearsed,

in Religions upon this Earth.

When 'The Dead' do Rise,

as a sign of final goodbyes,

Enlightenment could awake,

a sleeping state.

Not the bones in Graves,

Forespake:

But Men and Women who have been,

to jolt,

 Too 'A-Wake!'

Does this Looming idea,

settle fear,

or engage interpretation,

as so near.

As it seems,

dead do walk and even talk,

speaking of life not here,

creating a circle of truths,

to root.

It is even said,

in Religions Text,

that One shall return again,

to die for their sin.

Is Reincarnation or an Understanding of Been,

dead rising,

too Life again?

In the flesh,

with memories of debts,

moved to improve lives we recount,

as opportunities to re-sound,

In-Order to Go-Round,

a completion if found.

Could the Religions Text,

refer to waking from a slumber of blindness?

Enlightenment to Accept,

a challenging state,

of Kept-in-tact,

too Remember,

 each and every fact.

To ensure,

Peace upon an End,

in a Continue to begin A-knew!

Is a better way,

to steady our day,

with comfort that the present dead can

Rest In Peace,

not be woke,

so Some can see Their release.

A Riddler's Rite!!