After How Many Years... I find THIS in my writings: ''Subatomic Monsoon''
09:26 Dec 16 2013
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I know I said that I would never post anything in this journal ever again. But this one... I have to say... brings back memories.
I wrote this one... YEARS ago, when I was dealing with something that oddly enough, has to do with "HTF". But I can bet that not many know exactly what it means or what it's about.
It's called "Subatomic Monsoon"...
Look in My eyes, and tell Me I'm wrong.
For the final time, I've listened to your song!
I've been here before,
watching as you only come back for more.
You've destroyed My Family, their hearts you tore,
but now, I'm back to settle the score.
When I look into the skies,
I watch them go black as My eyes,
as the sun implodes and dies-
Now only I can see beyond demise!
You thought you were clever,
their lives you used as a lever.
Round I see you turning,
the blood in your veins now churning,
The storm isn't over, there's no more room
as the rain is of a monsoon,
now watch as the sun goes “BOOM”,
out of options so soon-
I'm here, in your mind,
watching as you cut the rind,
slipping into disguise,
as a black moon is on the rise!
Subatomic monsoon, now there is no more room,
fissures in the walls, now blurring the halls;
Can you hear the tolling bell,
as it beckons you to Hell?
I'm the Soul long gone,
My heart undone,
and My mind the controls;
Your head is about to roll.
A blade turned black by the Soul,
the shepherd of the lost,
My Fate is the cost
of a gift that has left My father out of control!
I watch you wade through waters shallow,
as I stand upon ground old, in Hallow.
I can hear the voices of the Dead,
as they speak into My Soul their dread-
Now, an atomic blast,
as your mind is stuck in Trance
Is this all you can cast,
or shall I give you one final chance?
You're in contradiction
to your own “conviction”,
the blind see a void,
a blackness they avoid.
Alone at night, you contemplate
a way for you to eviscerate
to Souls out of your life, bring them strife,
but your hands are a twin-bladed knife!
The storm isn't over, there's no more room
as the rain is of a monsoon,
now watch as the sun goes “BOOM”,
out of options so soon-
When your world falls apart,
leaving you broken and scarred,
you knew this was coming, from the start,
but you have never been hit so hard.
I am the Cursed Son-
when My eyes flash, away they run,
like a black sun,
and the Demon comes out to have fun!
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