Hah. So this is really...not like my writing style, in the slightest, I'm really political. Anywho, I decided to post it, enjoy.

Loves’ Sole Direction Is To The Gallows

Conquered establishment lies strewn out before us-
abolished, overwhelmed by us-
for this is what divinity truly means.
Not the average power hungry barbarians,
because we’re powerless alone.
Susceptible to the smallest dosage of negativity,
as the slightest droplets of rain consume our souls,
devouring away our senses of reality,
where all that matters is authentic devotion.
Where a tourniquet isn’t necessary, for the blood never came,
just the renewed tears of passion and bliss,
can’t believe this rendezvous with romance ever occurred,
but it’s going to stay,
eternally etched into memories of the night,
where our emerald paradise never wanes,
and where embraces are forever.

Infatuation is foreign, obsession is an intoxicated rumor,
pure love reigns here, to carry us away from torture;
from rulebooks claiming love is a crime,
and where violators are murderers;
So am I to be a killer due to “selfish” happiness?
In his arms I forever stay, not in arms of the enemy, allies, or demons.
The myriads may gather to plant cold stares upon us,
let them stare, fixate lost eyes upon what they cannot have,
we’re flawless errors, perfection obtained before the masses,
hand in hand, proclaiming war against all who oppose.
They cannot take you away, skies collapse before us,
stars flicker in intensity just to see us shine,
and when we fly, the world stops moving,
‘cause you’re that special, if only proper dimensions could perceive that,
but they’re blind to love, to empathy, to emotion,
but I’m not afraid, you’re in the doorway, always watching, always,
swords of rebellion guard me,
but his hold is all that’s truly needed because with it

I a m i n v i n c i b l e

Hah...figured no one would post. I'll post another one, 'cause I think I just want to.

“…With Oppression and Terror for All”

“Time is only translucent once you let it slip between our idle fingers”

Indeed, pity such a tyrant, an object of our fears,
cause of our abolishment could be so frail,
so pathetically delicate-
So it would rather seem as the victim,
and us the oppressors.
But who is truly the oppressed?
For who are we to be innocently claimed,
placed in headline tragedies,
and to drown in our own adrenaline rush?

Leave Humanity to its own devices and it’s a guaranteed disaster.

Can masses control their own monstrosity?
Could authority maintain their own hypocrisy?

“Is that so? So could you then erase the gravestones, the result of treachery and deviated mistakes? Could you revive the corpses that once burned for our ‘country’s sake?’”
and to this, no response,
because the question should never have risen.

The ongoing riots? How much longer?
Reigns of dynasties and dynasties,
of horror, of mourning, of the negativity we strived to eradicate,
thrown and shoved into our faces,
a memoir of “never again”.
Of the cease fires negotiated
but never established, never accomplished.
Of my own errors, of the distant echoes of the diminished protests,
the rebels who once fought and fell,
of heroes discussed in deathly undertones,
for why speak of the dead when they can do no more?

Why send ample-minded media to yet another feeding frenzy,
where definitions of “truth” are replaced with “lies”;
where the dictionary is rewritten to what the “peoples” hearts desire.
(Also known as what the powers wish the people desired.);
Where two and two make an obvious five,
because what “you” say is irrelevant,
what “you” say never existed, and to be honest…
WHAT “YOU”?


Please, anyone, read 'em..XD

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