Welcome! ( Poets: 6542 - Poems: 37,966 ) Poems By Author
The Hands Of The Ill-begotten
02/23/2004 @ 2:18pm
By:
angelfiend

the mere asfixiation of one’s self,
has nothing to be bridled to the fashion of another,
the though is of no consequence to the fact,
that, with no one to be there for you,
you shall never gain another,
but with everyone by your side,
you shall feel as if you’ve never lived,
for that to happen,
is to realize that you may die, within yourself,
while never looking at Death’s face,

Although the fate of many,
lie in the hands of the ill-begotten,
those who oppose,
shall see the carnage unleashed by their own disbelief,
to those whom have forgotten the sacrificial ways,
of my forefathers,
they can only regimently run through the protocol,
they can never apprehend my future, through their own eyes,
in hope of cathing my attention,

I will oonly allow the one, personally chosen, by my enemy,
to attempt the obliteration of my retribution,
upon those whom I wish to be loved by,
and my dissention has , in no way, exhausted my belief,
that when one passes,
the next shall take the stronghold,
and carry it from the social enemies.
 
Copyright © angelfiend, All Rights Reserved


» View more Poems by angelfiend
» View more Contemplations Poems



 All Poems
 
 Anger
 
 Animals
 
 Contemplations
 
 Death
 
 Depression
 
 Dreams
 
 Fear
 
 Fractured Love
 
 Friendship
 
 Hate
 
 Holidays
 
 Humor
 
 Introspection
 
 Life
 
 Love
 
 Nature
 
 Other
 
 Political
 
 Religion
 
 Sex
 
 Time
 
 War
 
 Work

© PoeticTimes, a part of the MindViz Social Networklink us   privacy   terms