The Musing Poems

It is the people who create people

It is the people who create people
May 07, 2006

Their blank façade
fades black to white
Perilous fear
capture hearts are they
Gallantly mounted horses
Storm the castle keeps
But vacant to stone
Was echoed of their ‘vasion
Empty are the threats
But cut like spears
Thro’ velvet stems
Tears the heart and soul
Laughing with merry wine
and drunken night
In the displeasure
of those beg to differ
Cruel are, these days
Mockery of incommodity
Hate splicker of tongue
burned with poison
Turn thy ears and orbs
Do not seek peace
From treacherous eels
of your supposed comrade
for it is not one to
cause err of human
But to satisfy one selfish
It’s is, but of course
The people who create the people

Fear spawn thro’ their soul,
Rejection lies under.
Only releasing the monster
Through hate and fire,
Does it destroy.
The pain of flesh
Blemishing under surveillance
One cherish moments,
of rumors past.
Down goes the walls,
Down goes the king.
Fallen has the royalties,
Fallen and slain by friends.
Trust not of your instinct
For men lies in nature
Sweep in angel
Dust my eyes
For I am ashamed of
Who I became
My fallen friends
I weep not but of those
destroyed in hatred fire
Burn by those who fear
Challenging behind a veil
of darkness and without
much ceremony
Destroy all those who
trigger phobia like spiders
on webs of lies.

Fold39Crane
フオ-ド三九クレン