Tempting God, it’s just like he said.
Even the greatest break their head.
So may he be dead. Because if not, Ill find him.
He forgot about me.
Ill make him remember, Ill pull the very thought of me from his mind and shove it in his eye.
When will this curse end?
With this church burning around my feet.
All I feel is the friged cold radiating from your heart.
Dont let me start.Ill rip out your eyes, just so I can see the world in a different way.
Everything decays.Save these cursed pages.
Cry little brother, Cause we cant fall now.
We will forever be fighting those who wish us dead.
Dont loose a single thread of this reality.
Show me your strength, show me your will.
We’ll fight through hell and heaven, just to see a familier face.
This is not a race.
Please brother go ahead.
Behead the liars.
Desembow the weak.
Hear the gates of Hell creek?
Show me your love, go above.
Make it rain blood.
We survive, we live, they all die.
Say goodbye to the pathetic humans.
For we venture into the unholy pit of filthy immortals.
He lied, He died.
He was forgotten.

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.