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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Chaos in Death

Chaos part 1

Chains of Silver, gold and stone,
Written everlasting tomes,
Bring with him the lasting chains,
        And keep the Chaos Monster.

Roaring fits, indignant laughter,
Shaming faces, lolling after,
All these things will come to pass,
Because of Chaos Monster.

Chained to life with no control,
Kept by a boy, strong in soul,
“Neither chose this life to be,”
The thoughts of the Chaos Monster.

The keeper of the beastly one,
A boy of twelve, his life begun,
His choice was not to keep the beast,
For he would surely die.

The boy of tale, who keeps the beast,
Diseased in life, his life, the least,
And all shall come to pass in time,
Time is shortening fast.

Just five more years, the boy will live,
Before he dies, his life to give,
But then, great Chaos, rise and stand,
And finally you’ll be free.


Chaos part 2: the Wife of Death

Cringing not, at face of Death,
Craving sound of man’s last breath,
Given time has reached its end,
The wife of Death will come.

She owns the chains of silver and gold,
The only chains were made to hold
The mighty Beast’s regretting soul,
The soul of Beastly Chaos.

A lust for suffering she has,
Approving screaming voices past,
Until the night has run its course,
Prepare for Spiritual war.

No man craves the earthly death,
No man craves the final breath,
And, though their time has reached its end,
Their fates will come to pass.

Chaos part 3: Death and life


The Tyrant King, now rules the dead,
Controls the lives of faithless men,
Though first been born of righteous birth,
His life is nothing more.

The Tyrant Demon’s plans for ruin,
Cooked in a vat of hopeless dooming,
The forms of life he gave it then,
Became the Chaos Monster.

The Beastly thing, the servant of Death,
He serves the wife of dooming Death,
Regretting all his life has wrought,
He wants to live no more.

The Tyrant, soon, will rise from earth,
And his domain will come, rebirth,
And all the prophecies, in truth,
The coming of Death is here.

But then they came, the shining five,
The ones who came for us, survived,
They threw the Tyrant King off-throne,
Our lives are saved from Death.

They ripped the shackles off our wrists,
They fought the demons, fist to fist,
And sorrowed Chaos stepped up to this,
They granted his freedom there.

He blew away in grateful death,
His life, no longer need be depressed,
The boy who held the Chaos beast,
Fell into lasting sleep.

And so, this brings all things to mind,
If you so choose to live life blind,
For everything we do has meaning,
But all, on earth, leaves death.

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