A mystifying divine right, revenge.

Revenge
A destroyer of Nations
A fuel for hate

A sweet sultering darkness that swoons over all thoughts into a mystifying divine right.
Pure intimidation and lust at once
Drunk over the word loss and chance
Staunch over a decieving thrust to jump the bridge into a searing chance of bliss and victory, only to land head first into a landmine of regret and loss of time
It’s another realm , not a dream , not a nightmare, it’s an illusion- a smog intoxicating the heart

Smoldering in pain from scathed open wounds, only to heal them with red hot stones, and to leave a defying scar, a trophy of loss, defeat, and revenge. Has harmony been achieved?

There is no victory in revenge

the memory of faltering to the ground is still Stark and glowing amidst the dark

A mystifying divine right,

but there is no victory in revenge

If justice was the sun that brings light at day 

Then revenge would be a a black hole that consumes all. 

There is no victory in revenge. 

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A universe in yourself

Beautiful, benign, and benevolent

graceful, divine, and genuine

Flaws and all, you’re a concoction of perfection

the cosmic radiance in each beat of your heart

the endless galaxies in your eyes that can see more than art

Your life, your wishful soul- a personality that none other can capture

All that lulls and dulls, it’s just the ingredients for you to retain claim of yourself

Forgetful, messy,

quirky and dressy

These are your traits that help you be free.

We are all games for ourselves, we’re all perfect in who we are

it’s just that we must keep up with these traits

and continue to discover what else is in our plates.

As we open more gates and face our fates

it’s then that our turn is ours to roll

the dice  that is in our own control

it’s our choice to remain perfect

and it’s our choice to regress in defect

So what will it be?  Mark a tally of hate on our slate

or a mark of congruence and continuation

in our growth and perfect

creation?

 

 

 

 

The Devil’s Wisdom

Your loss is my gain

and that is my aim.

Because all I desire

is your eternal pain

 

For you to be dragged as I will be

and be mocked as you mocked

and laughed at as you laughed

 

I’ll be so happy

as I value my pride

so be my ride

for I’ve gone through great lengths

to make this last long stride

 

You are my abode

be my slave

dont be afraid

show me you’re brave

I am your friend

I am sincere

in every lie

to make you cry

and fester in hate

 

For your torment is my bliss

and your obedience is my wish

to fall for arrogance

and make gold your death-wish