Blood Lines

Crimson

Deep within the windowpanes

The potpourri of soldier's eyes

Some fighting for the darkness, the others for the light

Night and day are one in the same

Shades of grey are what lie behind the name

Blood lines, co-mingling

It takes much more than white power to win in this game

Copulation with the youth

Unmarred flesh above the flowing iron that remains pure

The truth that lies behind the surface is more likely ancient than it is pristine

They are committing hideous crimes

The truth is most often sublime, hiding loosely in the shadows

Behind locked doors

It is not as though their practices cause a ruckus or a scene

I actually feel for them

The  demons that they have took upon themselves to draw from another dimension

From an abyss

An eye for an eye

Terminal bliss

There is this lady who posts home made videos on You Tube who I keep losing track of because they keep blocking her

She came to me from out of the blue

She spawns my interest for playing "sleuth"

I cannot, will not ever get too much of the truth

She tells it all as if it were nothing

Like everyone is aware

Those who remain clueless, do so accordingly

Alongside of the fact that they really could care the fuck less about their lives at all

The fall of the Angels is not merely a point in history

It is a continual, gradual, suffocating metamorphosis

It tries to remain hidden by the senseless need for more, more, more...

The Whore of Babylon rules over this world

The queen who has reign over the entire chaotic tapestry that has been draped over our each and every waking move

Nothing to prove

It is not even hiding

Its mannerisms are blatant and raw

Like the caw of the ravens that Hecate keeps

Scattered all over the atmosphere that surrounds an immortal womb

Primordial wrath awakened long ago when a group of foolish archaeologist's invaded a sacred Egyptian pharaohs tomb

A plague was unleashed upon them

Swimming into their blood lines

A sonic boom in the ethereal plane

Who is anybody to decide what is auspicious and what is our bane?

The Great Lion's mane upon the coats of arms that hang proudly on British Royal walls

Blowing in the silent winds that are conjured up as Mother Nature calls

Blood lines intercepting with a force that has strength far beyond any known to mortal man

A dim-witted plan, formulated in the dark ages of the ago

It has never come anywhere near fruition and it most certainly never will

This is the final stand

Seeing eye to eye

Everyone joining hands

The good

The bad

The ugly

Everyone is one

We are all different, yet all so much the same

Forgive now all of your forefathers

Forget about your shame.....

6/12/2012