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"Cemetery Gates"



Cemetery gates await me with a crimson smile tainted with blood



As I finally bestow myself before death, naked and vulnerable



Flesh covered with the mark of sin, I am not fit to live among the living



My judgment has come and I have no escape from the wrath of death



Shivering and crying, my soul becomes a pit of darkness and despair



Once I feel the frigid fingers that belong to the blessed, sweet release



Otherwise known as mankind's mystery, the unknown realm



Saturated with the lives lost of both innocent and guilty intertwined



Death does not discriminate when fate has done her decision



Eyes quickly closing, I try to fight the wave of calm that envelopes me



But like an irresistible drug at bay, I am no match for the surge of elation



That is the poisonous kiss of death and her final embrace

"Harvest Moon"



Harvest moon has finally made its grand return in our little town



Now that the time has come to worship our Lord, we shall pray



Holding hands tightly around the scorching tongues of the fire



We look upward in appreciation toward heaven with grace



Praying for another successful harvest in the midst of night



When the moon is high up in the sky and full with promise



We shall prey on the heathens and complete God's will



For he is the creator of all things alive on our beautiful Earth



The hunt starts with a wicked cry of distress from the woods



As we await our sacrifice to arrive in silent anticipation



The sinner is dragged to the altar created for our Father



Bound and gagged, our priest recites a final prayer of thanks



Before he strips the blindfold from the despicable sinner



Revealing the eyes of the savage which are brimming with evil



The heathen is disguised as a young man tonight, trembling



And sweating like a hog on a hot August afternoon



The priest takes the curved dagger from the altar swiftly



A sign that the boy must be put on the white stone of devotion



Which is done with little trouble, for this has been done before



We all watch eagerly, our eyes resting on the priest



As he raises the dagger with a gratifying smile on his face



Before he plunges the dagger deep into the sinner's stomach



Only to move the sharp blade down to cut new skin and viscera



Exposing the evil within him in an agonizing, honest moment



The wicked monster's eyes are wide open in shock and horror



But we ignore these illusions of emotion, for they are fake



And instead proceed to pray to our Lord for a good harvest



Now that his will has been completed once more successfully

"An Illusion Catalyzed"



Overcome by the lust for belonging and acceptance

She stains her lips with the crimson red paint every night

Slips into that revealing tight dress that hides so little

To prove to the world that she is everything it desires

With her high heeled stilettos and sickly sweet perfume

She walks out into the stillness of the night on the prowl

To find that perfect man who will let his guard down for once

Show her what true love is and how amazing it feels

To embrace the beautiful rose that is romance

Which always slips by her fragile fingers in a rush

The thorns tearing into her skin, forcing her to cry in pain

As the blood drips down slowly with no mercy

Maybe it's her fate to never find real, undying love

It's just an illusion catalyzed in fairy tales and myths

Fit for a ten year old girl to dream about late at night

Yet hope never evaporates from her wicked soul

For she is defiant and certain that some dreary night soon

She will find her savior and escape in a caring soul

Who will make her forget her twisted past of sorrow

No matter how murky the future might feel for her now