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The False Sitter Pt.1Idle as it is, seldom as it beThe False Sitter Pt.1 by metalsageofarnor
He who sees the light, shall not see the flight his soul
She who does walk with the orange horizons, with draws from the setting of the proper word
Set it to the morning, where no one sings, under the grace against dawn
Sing it, but do not play it
In part to part
As eyes become gazing stars, underneath the pristine and placid water
Where the voices and dreams are brazened and itched on the surface of the lightening
Coerce it as it strikes the flaccid mirror
Underneath the false errors
Lays the fault lines
Where no one sings a song
Let it be, let it be
The false hand, the right hand
It no longer matters
For it is the soul which binds, the principals of feeling
Into the dense ghastly horizon
Amongst the night in the night of skies…

The Dandy Elite: Strive against GreedAlmost every young man is born with the embers of ambitionThe Dandy Elite: Strive against Greed by metalsageofarnor
To cast their fire upon the world and revive the phoenix
From the ashes of the old order, spoke to the heavens
As they struggled to balance power with the corrupt essence of money
Let it be, that a power vacuum presents itself, after a fall of an institution
Through the natural disorder known as chaos, let be it known in silence
For no shall spark the fiery nature of politics, as a heated debate
Turns into a paper war, where words shred, any preposition or proposal
Aimed for the good of the people
Fire upon the fire, cast aside these fiends, for their flames seethe
Of the vile debacle nature of a capitalist’s tie
Uniformity is the enemy of reform
For no one seeks to sing with Macbeth
For his star was shrouded in his poisonous shadow
The devil’s advocate, it is necessary to usurp someone
If they wish to succeed as stated by Machiavelli
With an iron grasp and a shadow of a black glove
The night shall prevail , as stri

Rebel ShiftDecline, as the institutions of old decayRebel Shift by metalsageofarnor
From the inside to the outside, it reeks of decadence
It’s forlorn hope, as alliances of yore shift
toward unfavourable conditions
Aligned to the royalist cause, their sides
Heave of laughter, for they are living under a socialist dogma
Under a liberal institute, the reactionaries have come back
As the ways of the old are better than the radical process of change
However, under this liberal institution, the radicals are no better than the rest
Of the reactionary filth
Two sides, two extremes on the political spectrum
They will stray from the moderates who are center to left
Or center to right
Stray from the path of discourse for a zealot’s fervour
Refreshes the mind and soul of the people
Stay away from us though; we are of the liberal institute
Freedom may be expressed, but it has limits too
One does not constitute a change by resorting to extremism
Alignment to the old factions and alignment to the new
It’s all the same, for

The Bloodshed Tears of AvariceThe Bloodshed Tears of AvariceThe Bloodshed Tears of Avarice by metalsageofarnor
By the MetalsageofArnor
August 17th, 2014
As expressions of the old
The singed chars of winged angel echo
As men screech with delight
As women howl in the cast of the moon
It is through the great debasement
Where decadence is no longer scant
As the men of fire, singe their kin
Amongst the dark night firament
Where embers of violet are sparked
Where bloodlust is the key
The lord of terror and the cunning strategist
Where ashes burn to ashes, the wind echoes
The cries of the miser and the abased pauper
As the expressions of old, the folklore is nothing to be surprised about
As long as the ecstatic are focused in their blood feud
The crimson bird shall continue to spill tears
As lust permeates the haven
Where mainstream politics are the staple
Of the debacles of blood and lust
A memorable dream, of which salvation is reborn
And redeemed in the form of a bloody scythe
Ready to reap the soul of the innocents
And where the saints lay dead….