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Foolhardy witches

The curses of humanity is numerous without the curses of the witches who avenge their broken egos

A few harsh words to remind them they are not gods divine

They salivate over the truth; I drink their blood like wine

They try to destroy me but I live forever on

Because I am not like a pretentious mortal who just sit back doing wrong

I’m the real deal honey, so away with your curse; it takes twelve years for it to reverse

How do you feel now?  Do you feel your age?

Do you wish now that you and I never engaged?

I do too, for different reasons than yours, you was so promising but like a fool you curse your mentors

I laugh as I watch you squirm with my words, now you realise that your actions are absurd

I hope you have learned your lesson well

I am still your mentor so show and tell!

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Destruction is transformation

Destruction comes with change

Change is often destructive

War brings freedom to some

Chaos to everyone!

But destruction is always this

Transformative

So though God is love

To clear the way

Sometimes destruction has to be the way

Destruction as always is on its way

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The Lords of Chaos are coming!

The lords of chaos are coming

I can hear the beat of their march

Flamethrowers at the ready, to set the land to parch

There is nowhere to hide and no place to run

Do you really think you could out run a gun?

Hear the people screaming

Tearing their face with their nails

Whilst being crushed under foot, like slow moving snails

The lords of chaos are coming

There is nowhere to run or hide

They won’t be leaving yet

Not till life here has dried!

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Irreparable

When the world falls apart into the wilderness I shall depart
My heart broken into shards
Irreparable
When my dreams are smashed and my hopes are dashed
I shall become numb
Irreparable
When lives that I love are stolen and lost
If I survive that holocaust
My life will be irreparable
When I wander in a daze, through fields that were once maize
I shall look into my past and see that it is irreparable
Irreplaceable
Shadowed by the dust of fallen men, women and children
Because of lascivious greed and fame
Powerful men, insane
Irreparable damage they skein
Can we build civilisation again?
Or is it all…
Irreparable?

 

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