Why it is I Cry
Category: Life
"Why it is I Cry"
Heed
I say to thine own self is the reason for my wasting less of thine own
restless mess. Thine Own Divinity is That which I mean as My Own
Divinity.
Nothing more than a restless kiss, the wilted, withered bliss of a silted lame tenure of my own venture.
The
kiss of thy sweet opium, a tasteless yet shameless mess that is in
thine own kiss; I ask in mine own arrogance and shielded ignorance what
is it ye have as ye own opiate?
Thine is pill; thine is a worthless sense it flows forth!
It comes with my dollar and cents;
Sulking my pain, restless is my mind all in my arrogance pleaded in vain.
Never to evoke the same in this endless game.
A fortune locked with the sweet opiate releasing it’s cursed blessing so jealously enduring its never ending endeavor!
Forever it plagues the curse but yields the blessing!
Never
ceasing to take me to that state of bliss, sending myself a daunting
night of endless oceans as to strike and yield forever a mirror of thy
own kiss!
The radiance of my vessel decays as she visits my
dream, the shameless blame I must place upon this pill that plagues my
formless endured vanity!
The sanity bred forth my own insanity
Oh, Such a plea!
My dear opiate...
How
can it be to bring me such a state of pleasure but yield the eager pain
that shatters this mirror I place upon a silence I see among my own
state!
Is it in thine own self I must be true, To never yield a word
of invalid solidity to my own nature of vanity to prove my insanity.
Shall I kiss my own bliss to nurture thy void filled wound!
Striking my heart, Scarred as my soul;
Will there ever be enough to fill this empty whole?!
The holes of Love shot with precise ambiguity to control thine passion to drive my romanticism all for thy little pill.
Ill it seems, so real it is true as it hinders my speech!
Killing my vein, the restless name of thy opiate!
The haunting halls of thy opiate remain!
Will
I ever muster thine own strength above thine own signal of benign. To
find that the world that surrounds thine own name is worthy of mine own
line! To wield and yield any other opiate that is causing thine own
sanity, Oh! My mercy I plea is for thine own sanity!
Words nor
spirits from thy divinity can never relinquish the endless vessel that
encapsulates and cages my being. The dainty rite of my own sight has
given birth to thine own opiate that hemlocks dry night cannot deny
their sight!
Thy jealous sight and thy mindless plight, upon thy
remains another opiate upon the dens that bring forth the demons with
thy pills held upon endless heights!
Oh, shall i last another
night so you will condemn my very precious sight! My wrongful state of
the words that come too soon but always retain their validity none to
late.
Belated in thine own nature is where I find that I am nothing more than a conversation mixed with a soliloquy!
Monotonous is the dialog with thine own dialect that never seems to amend what thy own sight can validate under thy minds sight!
I
am never to know where it is I shall go! I am never to know what hills
i must go! I am never to know what castle I must continue to sow!
So I can shield you from ever seeing me in your Jealous Sight!
To
cry my own tears and taste thy own fears! To lay myself at thy own feet
so at night you can curse my own fight, Curse my very sight!, Curse
that I may have been right!
When it is I, Who late at night Lie
in his pillow streaming the tears that I have not found myself spending
time with thine own love through more time in the centuries passed....
Oh! How many years has it been since we danced in thy own den!
To
relish in thine own sin could never pay the debt owed to me thousand
times I fold, wonder my own wrongs and rights weighed at thee own sight!
To shield my voice from thy own deaf ears! To shield my soul from thy own mold! Where is it I must Go?
Where
is it I must Go? So it is I who end satisfy thy Opiate that has bore
nothing but thy pure and restless hate for seeing me inside your eye
sight!
Must it be now, I Jump at Thy own beckon call to run with
thine own armor and shield held to the night sky! And run to my rabbit
hole where I find the solidity of my fluid soul!
Forever to
remain in my dreams is the nature of my beast as it seems to never
fault in my mind I see. To never see you in my life as ages and doom
continues to haunt the moon. Seeing thy sight and thy love beside my
pillow is a tearing song I have to sing!
In my own confident
plea of pure and hated decree! I waste my tears and wipe them from my
tasteless eyes, I touch them to thine own lips to see if it is I; Who
still render a savor of taste!
Must it be my broken heart it
will forever deem! That it is in my own hind and fore sight of things
that are being my Godly might to never see a night you hear my tear?
Should
it be so gay for me to write my words in and through the years. Many a
tears these are pain yielded words I hope in my time they will reach
thy ears! Forever to know that it is never for me to sow a love as
pure as thy in you.
For in my eye I will never waste my time and
give an envious sigh for I know not an arrogant lie! For I know I am
never to mean the world in your heartless eye to see my soul in thy
hand, to see my heart in thy eye, but it is you to never read my words
and know that as perish in my own rhyme I do nothing more than write
and cry!
Maybe it is my lovers lie, Maybe it is a heartless lie; In time there is no way to tell the truth from lie!
As I continue to right my shameful life on this worthless illusion that is all nothing more than someone else stealing my life.
I hope in time that you will always find time to know why it is I cry!
by:
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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Wrapped Around Death’s Shaded Collar
Category: Life
Looking back at the reflection of my dream. Guess it really was a nightmare.
To see my restless vessel laying it’s waste upon a worthless place such as this.
This contempt pleasure of the waining wretched hope that clings to the stencil of Love and underlying the pretense of Hate.
The counted times of my soul pleaded arrogant rhyme.
How to iterate to portrayal. To never cast a verse worth the endless rasp of my death plated glass.
The mirror of a refraction I clasp.
The grasp of the handle, The Staff laid upon the lying Mantle.
Can I ever render my words to project the thought of faithless wrought.
The Endless naught of celestial time ending the gradient color rhyme.
Find
the time to respect and pay part to the due of relishing the perished
nature of my parched feather. The splendor in all it is, cast along my
reckless times of visions that passed.
Come and go all I ever seem to know. The thoughts and lofty perspective caught.
Captured and captive remaining till slid through my daunting fine tipped tune of canto rhyme.
The Solidity of Time Encapsulating Illusion of Liquid Lucidity.
The Nurtured hand that give birth to my ranting spirit filled "Cant’s".
The Breathe that Remains!
Endless Awaits the Resonant Pants!
The wailing of teeth, Written Upon my Death Colored Wreath!
Beseech my Father!
Beseech my Mother!
Give Heed to My Brother!
My sister and I are all the Same as the Ones as Forsaken.
Gifts splattered past and the Ranting Grasp of my Energy Flowing Breathless Pant of my Mending Blast!
The Tears of My Heart, A Shot of Pain, My Own Divine!
Nothing more than a seed From Cain!
Slaying and Saying all the Ruthless Decaying!
Will I ever Stop!
Will I ever Sink!
Not enough time for you even to begin;
To think!
To Blink!
Blessed
be, for tomorrow is another morrow’s mourn of this soul covered epitaph
of my shattered heart in insipid death painted dreams!
Never hear my scream!
Never hear my song!
Never even begin to belong!
All my soul will ever know, is to waste away and remain in this death filled world.
A Recollect of my souls disconnect from your subtle intellect and ignorant dialect.
The Thorn and Sword, The Bow and Arrow, The Whore Shooting Her Arrow!
Spilling my thought, killing me Naught!
I will remain in my trouble colored and the Reapers Shade Tucked beneath the luscious space wrapped around his collar!
Love;
Sebastciaun
T.
Censtcuriaus
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The distant stare of my cadent fare,
is the restless insanity of my cadent dare.
The resonant nature of my lovers tare;
The ripping force of my bleeding force.
The precarious stance of a Loveless Lovers rant.
All that ever reflects the passion,
The Premonition;
inside my restless hearts vision.
The Refraction of thine own soul.
The void for never filled.
The illusion of illustrious veil.
Captured inside my tale of the daring sail.
A pirate among the endless sea.
Love that was Cast upon my erected mast.
Heart and vision of my plated flask.
The never and forever ending,
sultry passion of the pleading arrow!
The rendered missing of cupids stingy cringe,
Nothing more than the effervescent curse.
Inside a blessing.
Pain and pleasure;
One in the same,
will I ever know the difference so I can know the Same?
Inside my head I never seem to fame the fission of my own fusion;
To stop the blood filled contusion.
The cancer that feeds my soul.
The ration that starves my heart.
Restless inside my Lover’s Dart.
The darkness of that heart, can it ever be blamed.?
To remain inside my verse of the time.
The fancied rhyme of countless canto of plagued visions of my own divine.
To place and hoist the vessel of A Castle hopeless inside the sky.
A Resonant Poise
Never Ceases to Thine own Poison
Neither standing;
Nor kneeling,
Only consuming the part of my Heart!
The Lover’s night that never ceases to Forever Wilt.
Delight in my own spite;
Is my own Divine.
To plead and beg for the forgiveness in the blessed stars to be.
To never ask but always thrive!
To coincide with the nature of selfish endeavor.
The soulless pleasure!
Writing upon my own forsaken wit.
The clever writ of a rite;
In my own hindered sight that I will never give light!
To Thine Own Jealous Lovers Sight.
Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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The Visions of Myself Upon this Splattered Plastered Rasp;
Death Splitting Sessions of My Recession;
Wilted and Covered in Thy Own Mastered Flask of Tattered Past.
Connections with Mine Own Recollection is a Thine Own Speculation.
Destruction will never be Ill fate to my own Creation,
The Resonance of Legislation surrounds my mask of Vindication.
The Dedication and Aware Insurrection Cast and Covered in A Candle’s Wilted Grasp;
Clasping the Liquid;
Burning my Soul;
Searing inside My Mind.
Refractions of my Blessing is Only that of a Cursed Reflection,
Caressing my Nurture is the Nature of Thine Resurrection.
Wishing the Difference of Way,
The Candle Lit Flame;
Spattered Around the Loveless Ground.
My Heart and Thine Own Soul;
My Mind and Thine own Rhyme.
Counting and Thrusting,
For the Illusion of My Own Cushion,
The One of Love’s Arrogant Bow.
The Thorn in My Side,
The Brother Who Sighs with Thine Own Sty.
A mirror is in mine own Lie,
Revealing the Sin,
Loveless All I can Be within;
The Desire and Passion I plead in this time in and time again!
Will and Wilt it Not?
Ever be Enough?
Grow and Case the Flickered Pass of Thy Light,
The Wiccan Feel of My Lighter I Cast,
My Flickered Flick,
The Blood I Left,
The Past Is Deaf.
The Future is Blind,
The insanity of My Mind, Never Giving in To Thine own Sin!
I am Free from within,
I am the Limited Limit of Thine Own Glass Shard!
Cutting My Heart;
Spilling My Blood;
Rivers Flow,
As does my Soul.
Never Forgetting, Always I seem to forgive,
The Nature Of Thine Gift!
To always Give in Thee sake of Receive,
I Will Never Fathom the Capacity to Conceive!
The Restless Hate that continues to Fuel my Ignorant and Arrogant Case.
With Love:
Sebastciaun
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Thine Own Soliloquy!
The Luminous Portrait;
The Reflection of Innate Self Relinquished of Fear?
Remnants of A Shattered Past;
The Steps to The Pyramid of My Wilted Love.
A Withered Lover;
A Broken Passed.
Centuries Come and Gone Still I am Alone, Alas!
Never growing together;
Always becoming I through the Relinquish Love of my One.
Centered by My Love for the One under my own Son,
The Cadent Vision of Refracted Apparition.
Shock and Awe,
The Awakening of Light;
The Inner Sight.
Alas! The Mindless Plight, The Crescent Nature of My Centuries That Came to Pass!
I am Restless With Myself, Alas!
Cast My Circles,
Cast The Ventricles of Ridicule;
I Feel it Grow as I Lessen The Word A Lie of A Simple Word.
Sin in and Again! A Thoughtless Den;
Some Will Say I Dance Beneath the Devils Den.
Who is it to they;
To Ever Say, The Essence in My Day.
Was Ever Vested Upon my Lesson Today?
Never Preying the Sea, I Never Asked to See!
Plagues With the Premonition.
Reminiscing, Oh! The Reminiscent!
The Vein of My Vessel; Submerged my Mast;
What a Mysterious Rhyme;
Synchronized in Time What is this I Cast, Alas?!
Stealing My Soul, Rendering The Heart, Caressing My Breath!
Where to Find Solace in my Soaring Bird;
The Guilty are Heard;
The Innocent Shaken;
All are Awaken!
Can it be my Mission, Complete, Alas!
Never Ending, The Forever Sending;
Dreams, The Radiance of My Vast, The Centre of Stained Hour Glass;
Illusions of the Mural Pondered, Oh! How they Bask!
Never to dare, Never to dream, Never to See!
Broken Am I;
Shattered am I;
Spattered as I.
The Vision of My Soaring Eagle Nesting;
Flying to the Depths Above;
A Birth Singular to None.
But as I, My Bastard Son!
Come Closer So I Can Scold Your Blessing So It Be Done.
How Blessed Me? The Blessed Be! The Curse of My Blessings Deed!
Planted My Dream;
So Delight I See.
Forever and Ever Solidity in my Fluidity;
Never Forget This is Thine Own Soliloquy!
Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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The Raving as the Sun’s Rays of Radiant Glow;
Glisten My Face Reflecting a Glow of Inner peace.
The never ending phase;
The always pleading case.
Centered In thine own Love;
Is thine own One;
To ponder then act;
To wander and bask in luscious acts;
Waning the anger;
Fueling the flavor;
Vast Cantor that Never teases nonetheless but to savor!
The Berry Blessing of Nature and I Essence;
Parading throughout the lands of lesson;
Learning and Growing;
Always Knowing; Always Seeking; Always Being;
Stately Stating my State of These Three;
Blessed am I;
Thine Own Eye;
Can it be to Ever Yield the Mirror;
Lend me your ear;
Twist and Turn Look at Thine own Tear;
Greed; Jealous and Envious the Plot:
Submerged in the Counting of Flock?
Losing the Sleep Always Reminiscing;
The very thought of the Reminiscent.
Continue to Know that Today is Tomorrow;
The Past is Now;
The Present is Here;
The Future of Thy Seed;
Is to Plant and Reap;
A Blessing or Curse; A Nature of Either;
The Test in My Verse;
The Validity in Both Being Neither Side but Reversed;
Such Cohesion in my Coherence;
Always Bleeding Thine Own Divine;
Is that My Own Line;
Isn’t that of Benign Subtlety;
But A Written Prose of Rhyme;
The Canto of My Life and Time!
with Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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Vibration of Purity
Radiance of essence being the light of my resistance;
The nurturing tendency to be my tenacity;
How can I bless this nation of bliss;
With graceful finesse.
The finest of lessons;
The resonant radiance of the factor;
A factor glowing radiantly the common ground of passion;
The passion and romance of Love;
The Dove that soared high above;
Fields below created with the vision of this greater word!
Breathing life into existence and then there was this word;
The word of that Love that gives presents of presence;
where I find my fluid nature of formless;
Serenity with the Serenading Sere nation;
Cannot say it’s a construct construed all to its connectivity;
Connection of dots;
Soulless plots;
Mindless of thoughts;
Correcting the Perspective;
All perspectives and retrospect filled with a luscious sea of interjecting junction;
Finding a pure connecting recollection of the exasperation of illusory and companion of illusion;
The purity of self is the void of punishment;
For there is only this void in which I find my solidity from formless sublimity;
Connecting myself with my own destruction of seduction;
Seducing the word with the romance of passion;
With the passion behind the romance;
A wilted kiss and a Lovers Bliss;
Will all be remembered!
When my candle covered list;
Cited in time;
Subdued with this uncanny rhyme;
All the natural;
The solidity of time;
Rendered speechless;
As I walk above;
The path of the one above;
Irradiating the radiation of my own vibration.
The potential of vibrating the ventriloquist effect;
Silence in effect;
Soaring my thought;
My Soulless plea;
My heart that is my endless sea;
Colliding with you;
Colliding with I;
My Effervescent Love that will always remain just You and I.
with Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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It is Done
The lust and desire for passion laid it’s desolate wreck upon my nurtured soul;
The difference in me;
Is a difference in you;
The similarity in my sighted quest is the time has already passed;
Never seeing who I truly am;
Will be the demise of my crescent Sin;
The Vision of You and I;
Playing as One;
A Deed that will never be done;
Always in uproar;
Always out of order;
The catalyst for change;
Is the very nature of paradox;
The humility that I see planted in the soul;
Is the window that takes flight for the change as a whole.
Never seeing the lesson of my testing;
Parading and Messing;
Always colliding with my essence!
Never knowing;
Never seeing;
Never being;
A part of me;
A part of you;
Together as one;
United with Love
United as Love
United in Love
The greatest lie forever told was the simplest and the words were in bold;
If I could ever change the humility;
Convert that to paradox;
Use a mirror;
Then reflect this Ten times back at thee.
You would then know the power of my radiant mirror.
The reflection of Love;
The radiance of Heart;
The presence of vibration.
Is the common ground;
Eliminating the lesser sound;
Of Greed, Pride and Hate;
Abolishing these lesser three;
Unifying the true by its highest decree;
It is in that;
That you will find;
You and Me;
Together as One;
Dying and Living;
Together in Fun;
Together under the Son;
Together forever until all things are Done;
Have no fear;
For it all;
It is done!
Sebastciaun
T.
Censtcuriaus
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The irrational reciprocity of your vigorous animosity remains your cadent illusion of precepts of binding concept;
Will thou ever find thyself upon thy doorstep of thine own death?
Will thou ever thrust thyself upon thee that is me?
Thy shall beg for thine own divinity upon doorsteps of divinity?
The visions of lies.
The wishing of innocent cries;
The childlike sty.
Caressing my nature.
Radiating a venture;
The cadent cascade of my own intention;
The mention of my submission is thine own power plagued pledge?
To be cast from thy own thoughtless sigh?
To be thrust upon my Liars Chair?
To be flushed from thine own Eyes?
To be shielded from my own innocence.
To be wielded from arrogance of thine own lies.
To be waged of reconnaissance of the renaissance.
The wilted kiss;
My lovers bliss;
My whole live a candle cover for this Restless Mess;
This is such a vision of the Desolate Rest!
To sleep a dream;
To Live in Love;
To shine a radiant beam;
Cast the shadows from thy sight.
Give thoughts of Love;
Accept rhymes canted and counted above.
Can it ever be wilt that my passion has left my mast?
A classed cast of thine own past;
A vision of saddened passed.
At ease with my cease inside my peace;
The please that never ceases to breed insight.
Sight to thine own Might;
Never to Love Nor Like?
Will it ever be;
That in my seed;
That in my deed;
That thou shall ever know my own Rede?
with Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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My Own Hell
The
reality of confinement is confinement itself. To know the truth in my
own mind is a desolate peace of my cherished mind. I cannot express
through the words or constructed thought that I am a soul trapped
inside my own cadence of thoughtless rant. I am nothing more than a
cage trapped inside a cage breaking out of the limits and boundary of
words and confided reciprocity. The duality, The light, the dark.
Remnants of a figment stained reality that creates the vast portrait of
my painted illusion. So vast at times I find myself reciting my own
radiant rhyme. To prove omnipresence through the pictorial past and
refracted future is the hardest task. To know the end is just the
beginning. Where a dead man walked a live man is stalked by the vision
of surreal blessing. To be trapped inside my rage, the fuel that rips
open my beast and carries forth its love and hate intertwined with the
hustle and bustle of everyday life. Through words, through perspective
and through rhyme a vision of masterpiece makes my soul rest at peace.
To love and nurture the sick with compacted rhyme of a dream inside my
own sick mind. They label that which they know not. So here I remain
my own lesser being of might and blinding sight. The truth is the lie
and the opposite is vice. The versa remains to be the dissection of my
own insurrection. This is a dialect with my own self for my own
evolution. To show the resonance of what can be caught if you let it
soar above the boundary of thought. Take up arms, Take up fares, throw
out the cares of another. Blindly carry a saddle of rendition and
reckoning toward the northern star. A brighter past, a luscious
future. Desire and Passion the Legend of the Map. The quest of my
journey, never ceasing and always my heart I will leave pleading.
Forever I am to remain broken and my reactions bleeding to the candle
wilted kiss of my subtle task of rendering us smarter than those of
times past. To cast a mast against the wind and sail to shore. To
crash upon the banks. Awake and stumble forward to fall down again.
Get up and out the sand, A radiant mix of the complex and a nature of
the bland. So real that it makes one wonder if the cage is big enough
to encapsulate the vision of this man. In time will tell and it will
breed forth its own fairy tale of how I placed myself inside my own
hell.
Love;
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The Sheep Colored Cloak
Trampling the forest of paradox and beneath the sheik of begotten tales of fantasy and role play;
Beneath the desire of a painted picture avast a Murial of forgotten past.
Luminous sight cloud my sight of darkness that prevail;
My ever longing nights and day remain the innate same of my childless screams!
Prancing in the dark and parading in the park doest thou tempest my incandescent thought;
My provocations of evocation elongating the process that ripple creation forth,
Never to dream, never to see, never to think a thought of love without light!
Walking in the forest of devils I cloak my heart and soul with joyful perspective;
Finding the dragons breathe that created you my reluctant soul.
Intertwined with the leaves of evil my soul caresses it's purity essence of nature.
Never can they touch or swift the Love I find in my own minds eye.
Running from the fears blowing through the milky colored clouds;
Awaiting there, Is my mist of mystification,
The reign to judge my collections of annotated radiance of Tears!
Staring the Dragon down through the pits of void,
My soul filled heart of joy, strikes wrath and allegiances of defiance!
Wrapped along my toil of spoils I create a vision to destroy my inner demon,
The swirling thought of latent thought give perspective to the dragons eye;
Fearing me for my very thought. Through in and out I have been sought!
Careless of deeds they find as the stare my eye, they stir a cry!
A child within, An innocent sin, A care that bore truth free from the end.
Eternal fractions of the essence,
A lesson from the blessing,
A curse from the perturbed,
Disturbed and diluted to my own illusion.
My world is my hell, and the world is thine own enemy!
The beginning of a sheep colored cloak!
Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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The delight in my own hindsight is my forever cadent release for the joy of Minds sight;
Always reaching, Never dwelling, Grasping pieces and parts in my fractal heart!
A blessing to bless, A curse to receive the pain and hurt from all the wounded minds enslaved to the pretense of the Biased Ideals of Tyranny.
The delight of my foresight sees that in time and with careful deed;
The truth construed and misconstrued as it is and will be.
A creed? A jealous power plea? A rendition to render Truth?!
I commit all the sins of my envious desire;
And that which passion allows;
Do not I!
Parade about,
spreading the Good cheer of my works and cited for all to know!
The secrecy of my soul,
the blood spattered splash of my minds eye canto of Rhyme!
All in vain? Is it the curse,
of Vanity? Will it be forever blotted?!
Through the Celestial cries of an Innocent Child!?
Never thinking!
Always indenting!
Pretentious and Precarious Premeditated adaptations!
This is the Higher Learning.
Growing, Setting Forth, Things Seen!
and that of the Unknown.
Inherently I work in the Dark,
To spark and ignite the Fuel for The Reckoning to come about!
Slowly,
I caress my perspective of Thine delicious delight;
Rite of Written Rights!
In the power of words are my fluidity becoming a Solidity;
If only for the Moments Time Past....
They retain the Moment of the Illusion that has Passed.
Centuries will come and Go;
Immortal!
They will retain the,
Words and Smitten Smote of The Captivating Phrases!
The Clenching Fist;
Nervously Reacting, The Brain Signals the Finger of Triggers!
To Pull!
The Bolt and Spring Releasing the Trigger Spilled Bullet!
Upon the mark remains a Wine Colored Rose of Liquid Blood.
Killing, Once, Forever Remain in the Memories of The One Who Holds his Blood Spattered Gun.
The Bullet Will Kill Once!
Words Upon Phrases Knows No Bounds!
For, They Have the Power of The Ink!
The Ink will pass down the centuries blood spattered hate;
Misinterpreted fanatics they are, Claiming Rite and the Name of the Creator!
But this Ink will live on, From Dusk till Dawn, Centuries Ago and Centuries Come.
These words, Misconstrued and Interpreted;
Wish and Will They May!
But Never Knowing;
The Dream Once Spent by the Man behind the Ink.
A dream they will see;
A Vision they will destroy;
For this was to be a creation.
And Why is it I see Destruction?
Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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I am the Creator, The Son of The Creator and Everything in between,
Soon I will be the Ghost!
For in me do not place your trust!
I am not trustworthy.
For in me do not place your love!
I am nothing below or above.
For in me do not place your hate!
I am nothing above or below.
For in me do not put your faith!
I am only here to inspire the ability to create.
For in me do not falsely adorn me and place me as an Idol!
I am only a man, that has the capacity only for passion and desire.
For in me do not attach your emotion of fallacy!
I am fluid and vastly valid in all my sea of the inherent nature of the word innate.
For in me do not look, nor seek!
I am the reflection of refracted dreams and intellect.
For in me do not steal my fate!
I have set it forth to beseech what it took from my destructive past of late.
For in me do not place your homicidal contingency!
I am not the transistor of hate nor love, just a conduit of energy.
For in me never mistake what I forsake!
I am nothing but a liar hoisted upon my own chair of lies.
Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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