"The Devils Fair"

by: Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus

Centrifugal, the serenaded sublime!
Solidity in thy pleading plague for sanities engulfing plane.




The arousal of self indicted laceration of truth;
The veil upon radiance,
the unforgiving translucent mask!

Cordial the spite of thee upon the nature of times;
given upon the moments of thine lifeless tree!
The verbose pronounced upon the canto in thy times masted of three,
How shalt I give the innocence thy slaughter upon thy ignorance?
The stallion thy ride upon thy Death's Charade!

Taking flight upon thine divine and abolished thy astonished face;
Thy have not form nor solidity in my own sight!
Thy reap the vanity and ambiguity of thy endless fate,
Serenade and Bask,
Upon thy soulless and arrogant rays;
The sun's shine and moon's light will radiate upon thy lifeless grave!

The dew of sinister resonance;
A curse that is in my own mind,
Equal to nothing of in surreal subtle time.



Illusions and veils thy cast upon thy faltered flask,
the purity and subliminal process thy cower in thy jaded mask!

For in my own divine;
I have no part;
I have no heart,
I have no equal!
The signs that operate and conceal a seduction,
Cheap and flayed upon thee own End of Daze;
Light and Dark,
Care nothing that part of my perishing sight of Divine!

Heirs and Fakes;
Are all that surround thy raging face;
Thy eyes contain the fuel of fallacy.



The bane of thy ill fated will,
The end of thy words will be thy own demise.




I revel in my own rhyme;
Cower thy eyes,
Cower thy mind;
Cower thy lies upon thy hills thy cast upon surreal defeat!
Thy are nothing but an illusion and veil of levitated deceit!
In thy own time thy will heed the words to the reality of the wise;
Coming soon to find that in thy beginning;
Thy own alpha is that of my omega!
The difference and significance in the spherical sustenance is the banishment of all hope,
Gives loving light and never failing sight!

This is the never faltered alter,
that of perfection;
that resonance of the guild upon thine manifest!

The forever blind shall never heed the wisest of rhyme;
Come and feel the altered meal;
The feast of thine plenty!
The Devils Beast!
The perished heat and fire among radiant mesh;
A tangled web among thy tongue;
Cast a circle and fine thy fare;
Among a selected fare;
This is the nature of the Devils Fair!

By: Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus