a pseudo-biblical text based on very real events, the title is a reference to a song by the band Power Symphony....
and this is also a song and a part of The Vox Obscura Project, so that should justify any rhytm and/or madness...
the burden of life
thou shall not be saved
by rose or knife
thou shall not die
until thy demon lies
her head to rest
thou shall not sharpen thy sword
only words will draw blood
from the wounds time will not heal
thou shall not think
thou shall nor feel
the hope you drink
is never real
thou shall intoxicate thyself
with false ecstacy
with tainted souls
goals unreachable
thou shall gladly walk the winding road
that leads only to pain
thou shall walk it in vain
everything is pointless
happiness favors only the absurd
those few defiant clowns
that dare to dance upon their own graves
that dare to no longer be their own slaves
but bind themselves to their muse
they are bound to lose
they shall forever be damned
a plague upon their eyes
they shall never see their beloved moon rise
in all its splendor
oh, why will they not surrender
to my command
how can they still stand
limbs all broken
listening to words never spoken
why are they still figthing
the long defeat
no matter what they say
they will never meet
the nameless horror
there is no truth behind dead letters
no meaning, no joy
no land of something better
there is only consumation
of faith and flesh
of all that there could ever be
there is no mutual dawn for them to see
but still they gaze at night
ever searching for what is allways out of their sight
they will find that I am right
there is no future
no hope
no love
no soothing rain from above
but still they are smiling
defiling my law
they can not break it
they can not name the beast and awake it
I will not fall by their hands
I will not give in to their demands
of freedom to fall
for whom will they now call
to cast me from my throne
like me, they shall forever be alone
this is their funeral pyre
and not my own
I am not fading away
I am not fading away
I am not fading away
Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2008-10-27 at 16:08
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and this is also a song and a part of The Vox Obscura Project, so that should justify any rhytm and/or madness...
The curse of every man, breaking
thou shall not sufferthe burden of life
thou shall not be saved
by rose or knife
thou shall not die
until thy demon lies
her head to rest
thou shall not sharpen thy sword
only words will draw blood
from the wounds time will not heal
thou shall not think
thou shall nor feel
the hope you drink
is never real
thou shall intoxicate thyself
with false ecstacy
with tainted souls
goals unreachable
thou shall gladly walk the winding road
that leads only to pain
thou shall walk it in vain
everything is pointless
happiness favors only the absurd
those few defiant clowns
that dare to dance upon their own graves
that dare to no longer be their own slaves
but bind themselves to their muse
they are bound to lose
they shall forever be damned
a plague upon their eyes
they shall never see their beloved moon rise
in all its splendor
oh, why will they not surrender
to my command
how can they still stand
limbs all broken
listening to words never spoken
why are they still figthing
the long defeat
no matter what they say
they will never meet
the nameless horror
there is no truth behind dead letters
no meaning, no joy
no land of something better
there is only consumation
of faith and flesh
of all that there could ever be
there is no mutual dawn for them to see
but still they gaze at night
ever searching for what is allways out of their sight
they will find that I am right
there is no future
no hope
no love
no soothing rain from above
but still they are smiling
defiling my law
they can not break it
they can not name the beast and awake it
I will not fall by their hands
I will not give in to their demands
of freedom to fall
for whom will they now call
to cast me from my throne
like me, they shall forever be alone
this is their funeral pyre
and not my own
I am not fading away
I am not fading away
I am not fading away
Poetry by Michael Dyst
Read 860 times
Written on 2008-10-27 at 16:08
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