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Visions of The Apolcalypse
Written By: Lobo Di Noccento
Written On: 6-24-2009
Time poem was written was 1pm C.S.T.

If you listen closely you can hear the Pounding Beat of the Savage Drum
If you listen closely you can hear the Marching sound of the Apocalypse to come.

The Sun's Sole Vicergent draws ever Nigh;
From the Raging and, Blazing Heart of Art
to the All Watching Eye.

Some Want to Drownd in Mother's Blood and, Tears
hoping that they will wash all away all their pain
and, fears before they are taken into the stream
only to realize they are to flow on to the next dream.

The Next dream is filled with Waterfalls that are
Pouring, Drizzling, Flushing,Rushing Currents,
Bubbling,Gurgling with their Torrential Flows
soft but penetrating as all the wise ones know.

Some Want to Burn in a Blaze of Glorious Fire;
For it's what they long for as their aching desire.

To be Scar'd and Marred by every lick and, bite of the flame
To be Roastingly Erradicated,Slowly Incinerated made ash by that
which is wild and,untamed.

Some wish to be crushed and, burried by the ruthless power of
earth and stone;From earth to birth came calcium and,
so too it shall it cleave and,leave the bone.

Some wish to be torn limb from limb
by the awesome strength and, beauty of the all powerful wind;
For to be of the wind is what they wish,this after all is
their fondest bliss.

Its their fondest bliss to place upon
their loved ones their last and only eternal kiss.

I wish only, for a Warrior's Death;
As there will be time to Dream once
I have loosed my last breath.

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