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TEXTS (AGENTX)
Poetic Collection 3
Title: My Mind Set
Still developing
I close my eyes
woosh and whirl!
I am taken aback
I release my energies
thristy, I cork my yet
just discovered elixir of knowledge
As a famished man stands about
and the camera pans, showing his face
recognizing his hopes, desires, and savage thoughts
Am I so different?
With my desert expanding
now with but a gaseous cloud alluminated with a flicker
And the flicker with its light,
just beginning to expose my sea.
"Regradless of your upcommings, and bringings, it is
the mind's limitation to delete. Instead you must
orchestrate, taking the regarded waste, and beautifully
structuring it and harnessing it. Hoping one day, your
symphony will unfold."
B#004
Crutch of the masses
Opiate of the people and vehicle
for false hopes and hallucinations
Your tools of persuassion will break
the collective backbone of an
entire society as your pawns
will mangle minds and conciousness
With your tools of persuasion, you
will stand as a tower does, with
creed and dogma in hand and your sabre of fear sinking
into the
bowels of the massess
Your entire prescense is as an
enigma, ever creeping and striking
You can choke entire masses
like a ravaged man strangles his children
Before the new age hath dawned
you will have already caged
and beaten millions, ever stronger then ever,
you will see the evidence of your demise as I curtail the
opaque shades of fear and true light will gleam, blinding
the fools and nurishing the recovered
You are the opiate of the masses and crutch of the weak.
Knights of Nether
You mock me
You laugh and pretend
alienate me from your self-enclosed
capsule of life
Insult my intelligence
with your princes and dukes
your land is divided
divisible by death and denial
I'll stalk, ever presently..
My glare will blind you
You mock me
You laugh and pretend
alienate me from your capsule of life.
Shunning and ignoring my truths
you inject your primitive fluids into
your fraile bodies
Daring to be such a fool..
the masses seek the gleaming pearl
in my nethers
You mock me
laughing and pretending not to care
It is strange to me..
why do you mock me?
You know, my knights of the nether
with ball and mace in hand
will grip your pathetic, weak-minded souls
and cage them for the rats they are
Laughing, and pretending...
They have come! My Knights!
Galloping through out the lands, crossing thresholds
my knights lay siege to your sanctuary
with ball and mace in hand
they count.. I bellow
you have tried to escape..
now.. your soul is mine.
RedRum:
(played to a haunting fast paced beat)
Maroon droplets of your plasma,
flow onto the hands of the grand power.
Wrapped into my webs of wrath,
your plasma flows down my head,
onto my black stallion.
Galloping into the forest,
I hunt for my latest victim.
Laughing at the queer shapes from my blade,
I'll caress my stallion with your plasma.
I see you in my eyes,
your shadow eludes to the taste of your meat.
Murder in my eyes
Redrum in my mouth
Drunk off your stench, I stagger to my next day.
Riders of the night:
Riders of the night
stormkeep gaurdians of the dark citadel
knights of the cause
champions for the cause
Riders of the night
keepers of the sacred
conspicous champions of light
shadowed glimmers of hope
Riders of the night
mounted upon stallions with a scent of courage
they ride.. tonight
they ride.. tonight
Riders of the night
Riders on the storm
patrolling the caverns of these sacred lands
ensuring these fraile sanctuaries of what was
and what is to be
and what will be...
Riders on the storm
they ride.. tonight
they ride.. tonight
Riders on the storm
Riders of the night
mounted upon stallions
guarding these gurus of magick..
these gurus of magick with their smooth potions
Riders of the night..
the wind wistles throughout these fraile temples.. the
bones of what was pipe the toon..
Riders of the night..
they ride.. tonight..
they ride tonight.
Stumped black for a genesis
crying for a catalyst
yearning for another glimmer,
of flowing radiance,
of the raindance for the ancients
Doors kept, the windows tended, and the roof anchored
we escape the storming reality of the streets
only asking for one more hour
to perform our art
the axis tilts
axis powers aligned, with another night upon the majority
the world shakes of the whimsical joys of the axis
powers..
A composer peers through the gates,
a field, a composer renders
mountains of armor, a composer calculates
dashes of blood, the composer paints
yet no stir of the wind,
yet no trample of the grass,
only the still born drama in its enclavement
Stumped black for a genesis
crying for a catalyst
yearning for another glimmer,
of flowing radiance,
of the raindance for the ancients
A nexus unfolds of sweet, delicious particles of lust,
who permeate our taste buds, enticing our buds of the
flesh
with what great wonders we attempt to mold
we cannot stand, the day,
when everything breaks up, and dances with us
Stumped black for a genesis
crying for a catalyst
yearning for another glimmer,
of flowing radiance,
of the raindance for the ancients
We assemble in our temples of protection
pentagrams of protection house the,
earth, fire, water, air, and spirit
we pray to the goddess to cast,
a circle who may reflect and refract the lights of the
streets
granting our spirits a lifeline
Stumped black for a genesis
crying for a catalyst
yearning for another glimmer,
of flowing radiance,
of the raindance for the ancients
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