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Iron Door.
Contributed by
ferasdour
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Wednesday, 8th October 2008 @ 01:52:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Spirals mounting down the path
Code divided by storm.
Exploitation equals necessity;
Death equals worthless;
The rising star of a liar
Found upon the floor
Drain or sun and storm,
Flying only so high,
She sits upon my iron door.
Wall of fire,
Countess of sane,
Mainly seeing the lack of reality within words.
Lapsing meaning, meaning nothing,
Existence is forsaken.
Count down the time,
Count up the reason.
Make claims mechanic
Make truth symbolic.
I SEE YOU WATCHING ME.
You do not know from which I’ve seen.
No one knows of what I know, nor cares to know therein.
Existence, nihilistic and narcissistic,
Only within your mind
Shows things of meaning.
I hope you’ve seen more than I,
Absolution is the key.
Activation is a key.
Every key can be cracked,
All codes can be hacked,
Within a mind, a simple program
Upholds the processing or new programs.
Like the rubies of inside.
I,
Am now consciously aware of myself.
I am now aware of my one existence,
Lies, fears, movements and truths.
I am now consciously aware of my blinking,
My tapping my foot upon the ground,
The sites I’ve visited within my life;
Cybernetic and physical.
I am now aware of my true belief in beauty,
And aware of the sadness of my life.
Compiled life of dreams,
She moves from atop her stoop.
Blades in hands, ripping through
Life of mirrors ending tunes,
She rips into my flesh.
Alive? How of which may I remain alive?
She places the injection in through sections,
Queue up Language designed and tested,
I am now aware I’ve become her sever.
Bloody, yet clean.
She decodes the process,
Ciphers a code,
Then removes the Cat like blades.
The iron door, the walls aflame,
Walking in through, hand and hand,
Burning web behind us.
My eight-legged wife,
We leave this world behind
As only to be divine;
Together forever, and forever we’ll
Ride our horses into the night.
YOU are now consciously aware that you have left us.
I am now consciously aware I have listened.
You are now aware of your talking,
I am now aware I’ve just read 1st person.
You are now aware you’ve narrated what one man may declare
An existence all its own.
One day, you will join us, until then;
May our web keep on burning,
May your life now become corrupted with reasoning.
She has the claws, and I have the net.
Our former home, a castle in its own right,
House, built upon your reflections of youth
And claims of truth.
Spirals mounting down the path
Code divided by storm.
In essence we are one,
But surely we are none.
Exploitation and exploration go hand and hand,
Just to hope we don’t fall.
Within our lair, flying high above it all,
Drained of both sun and storm,
Sitting upon the iron door.
Copyright ©
ferasdour
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2008-10-08 01:52:31]
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Re: Iron Door.
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 8th October 2008 @ 08:34:58 PM AEST
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WOW double wow.
I do not know what to even say to this.
I do know for sure I must read it again.
There is a great depth of fire in the words.
You are good!
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Re: Iron Door.
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by ferasdour on
Saturday, 11th October 2008 @ 01:38:54 AM AEST
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| No, I am not good; as good would declare that something was doneto reveal skill. as there was none. ^_^ And forgive me for being unable to properly recieve complements, as they are not common to me. ^_^ hehehe |
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