…. OF FRIENDS AND TROUBLES

Friends…

Who hold up these lamps

In this pilgrimage of no return

Brutus

Jonathan

Friends!

Pallbearers of Our Sorrows

These Cheer bearers

Of Life’s Endless Dance

Balm of Wearied Soules

Friends?

Those termites of Happiness

That Bite Hard on Our Backs

Those Two-Faces Swords

That Stand within the Walls

Friend.

This Gift of Gods.

May you find One.

For Her & For You

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@iBlaqprinz

A Canvas for Gods

 

 

 

 

I am a Canvas

A Bloody Canvas

 

On Me

These Gods

Fair and Cruel

Mean and Kind

Paint their Fantasies

 

I am a Canvas

 

Traded by these Gods

A Pawn for Glory and Praise

For whose Halls

Shall harbour more of Me?

 

I am a Canvas

I am My Canvas

 

And these words I Scrawl

Are Mine

My Blood

I splash on these Walls

 

For when I walk these Wilderness

For Eternity

Let my Tombstone say

There was a Human

That Built His Halls

And there

Hung Himself

 

 

 

Conversations in Irony

 

Inspired by an Eternity in Hell

 

@iBlaqprinz

 

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