Rising
from those inner urns
Memories
on rise
Thoughts
on churn
Carving
the bold reality
The
evil side
Painting
the sensational
Animalistic
side
They
grab hold of flesh
The
visions inside
They
yell with blood
A
lusty sight
Those
nails are
Imbibed
desires
To
cut, to harm
That
burning fire
Wings
have thorns attached
Power
– no matched
Destruction,
revenge
All
bygone
Work
on spirit
Full
on
Meditation
and destruction
Revived
stupefaction
Amass
amiss
Arise
a kiss
Of
poison
Of
life
To
survive
To
revive
Written by - Mystical Wanderer
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