Steven Savage
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- Joined
- Sep 2, 2002
- Messages
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Happines is a fleeting concept, rage consumes it and anger burns it to ash.
sorrow slinks back into my heart and promises a night of everlasting pain and torment.
Emotions of hatred and regret swirl like a vortex and consumes all purpose of life.
The melancholic longing for meaning is more than anyone could bear.
The dance of balance between life and death is nothing more than a vulgar obscenity.
Darkness holds the light and refuses to release it from the abyss.
The concept of time becomes nothing more than a relative measurement.
Tears fall like pouring rain, but at the finish of the downfall all remains dry and barren, and the only thing left is the black ominous clouds.
Why has hope fallen and we are all left to rot? The question is repeated but the outcome remains the same.
Untill I realise hope hasn't fallen... I have...
Floating in a sea of loathe and malice where nothing mattered anymore a hand reaches out to me. A man bathed in bright light whispers words of comfort and kindness, and wants only loyalty on return.
Is this an illusion like everything else? Suffering corrupting my mind till I've finally gone insane?
The whisper became a calling and burned through my veins and purged away the torment. The call roared louder than the cold screams of the depths, and I howled back in response.
The sorrow now replaced with a constant desire. I rose from the Pit of slavery like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes, and soared on wings of fire.
One certainty remains and that is Him, Ruler among Gods and The Bringer of Light. We stand with him under one banner to continue the fight.
Fates wheel stop turning as our broken souls mend. Bask in the glory and watch destiny bend. As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end.
Hail Satan and the powers of Hell!
sorrow slinks back into my heart and promises a night of everlasting pain and torment.
Emotions of hatred and regret swirl like a vortex and consumes all purpose of life.
The melancholic longing for meaning is more than anyone could bear.
The dance of balance between life and death is nothing more than a vulgar obscenity.
Darkness holds the light and refuses to release it from the abyss.
The concept of time becomes nothing more than a relative measurement.
Tears fall like pouring rain, but at the finish of the downfall all remains dry and barren, and the only thing left is the black ominous clouds.
Why has hope fallen and we are all left to rot? The question is repeated but the outcome remains the same.
Untill I realise hope hasn't fallen... I have...
Floating in a sea of loathe and malice where nothing mattered anymore a hand reaches out to me. A man bathed in bright light whispers words of comfort and kindness, and wants only loyalty on return.
Is this an illusion like everything else? Suffering corrupting my mind till I've finally gone insane?
The whisper became a calling and burned through my veins and purged away the torment. The call roared louder than the cold screams of the depths, and I howled back in response.
The sorrow now replaced with a constant desire. I rose from the Pit of slavery like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes, and soared on wings of fire.
One certainty remains and that is Him, Ruler among Gods and The Bringer of Light. We stand with him under one banner to continue the fight.
Fates wheel stop turning as our broken souls mend. Bask in the glory and watch destiny bend. As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end.
Hail Satan and the powers of Hell!
