The Hypocrite's War

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I slept a slumber of 20,000 days
A beatitude of the thorns surrounding.
As I was dreaming, you were beeding
Like the spindle I pricked with my finger,
Were the thorns in your side penetrating skin.

And then my lashes again untwined,
And let my sight regain.
The fruit of pestilince,
The first thing I saw,
The lust tasted last.

I take your vines in my palm,
And the berries on my tounge.
They burst as they collide with my teeth.
Warm from thousand days past,
Just like your breath apon my neck.

A sick felt twist in my stomach churns
Life for life or death for death.
A deacon plowing through the walls of my stomach.
For my body is a temple,
Been at rest for thousandfold.

And what is this cackle I hear from you?
I see the shadows hysterical.
The smile is the wax on my candlestick.
Your evil is present,
Like the words bluntly scratched in an epistle.

Is that you? No. I never knew.
Caiaphas, high priest above me.
Deacon of the hypocrites,
Who stand themselves on a pedastle.
Caiaphas, is that you?

Your shadow locks my gaze.
Fills me with the terror I felt seconds before my slumberous death.
The brain work of your twisted lie.
Is this scantification?
Or leaving some threat out for dead?

Oh beatitude of my slumber ending,
Please not let this be true.
Oh loveless of this summer mending,
Please not let this priest of Satan end me.

The fruit of pestilince, resting on my nightstand.
Scionide dripping from every vine on each lustful berry.
Smoke from my candle taunting my every breath,
And once again the shadow of Ciaphas slumbers me.

A hazy mist within the darkness,
And I slumber forevermore.
The thorns increase their lethal venom.
My bedchamber eases in the shadow.
The shadow that is Ciaphas,.
High priest to dominate me,
Opress me here until I awake again.

I am stupified by the taste of scionide.
And death bursting in my ignorant lungs.
To trap me in this prison chamber.
To warp my mind again forever.
The battle lost to the hypocrites on Earth.
The battle, yes, but not the war.




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This is my favorite of all of your poems! :lol: The last two lines are the best! Oh, by the way that site I want you to join is:

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Register!!! I hate this site! Everytime I go to post a reply it always says "Invalid Session. Please resubmit the form." and it's starting to piss me off! WHERE'S MY HAIRARIUM!
So don't go worrying about me
It's not like I think about you constantly
So maybe I do, but that shouldn't affect
Your life anymore
I knew it the moment you walked into the door



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— Nate