Thats how it burns today,
Thats how it burned yesterday.
Ye gods and ye fates!
This instrument of madness rests in my grip
The temples are burning which noise, one hell of a trip
Dancing silently and violently to an ash try waltz
Thrown down from the heavens bathed in sulfur and salts.
Bow down before me, this new god of twisted metal.
It slams out your speakers, ripping through the levels
Of sin and angst, a decadent wave of glory and fame
This is the day you fear me, the only god known by name
Come one come all the the court of King James...
A contest entry
- Manifest Deities by lilacgold.
1050 points, ended February 20, 2008, 15 entries
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haha, a nice monument to yourself poem. i liked it, being a music fan, myself.
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Hells Yes
every once in a while we need to give ourselves a little tribute, which i tend to refrain from doing after havign to read song of myself so many times
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lol
i think it really good. really conseated but good. well you can send me a message anytime.
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haha
well thanks but thats the point now isn't it? T o be both a conceited god and a conceited rock star goes hand and hand doesnt it -
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lol
thats true. its ok to be conceited somtimes. lol its a cute poem though.
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ah music, music, all i hear ismusic, guaranteed to plese and i look for something else - i think of rush too, with 21112 ere with the music, madness it lives in us all. a good poem.
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Wicked
I totally love it!! Very song like, sweet.
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Nice
Haha thanks a ton i dont usually do rhyming but hey if it flows it flows
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