Be noticed, my profound wrath
A toast to the glass of blood that's in my bath
I shower in thee, everyday.
Be heard of, my profound wrath
A constructive, consistent catastrophe.
It leads my lungs to the dark side
To where we inhale sin
Be seen, my profound wrath
Your mask isn't a mask
It's more of a first stage to euphoria
A stepping stone to the destruction of us
Be me, my profound wrath
For you are nothing but a cold bone
That leaves me all alone.
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The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...
