Some stupid poetry... -_-"

[Cleric Ward]

Well, here are some of my poems... I'm sorry for the poor English.

I am Legend

And when the moment came to leave
I did not make a move.
For I then took my chance to prove
the Death, ol’ lethal thief.

And as I still refused to go
The bloke vanished away.
And left me just for here to stay,
right in this great sick show.

For black is now the sky to me,
the sunlight hurts my eye.
I barely hold the need to cry,
I’m quite unfit to be.

All I see is rot and pain,
all life is put an end.
I am the reason for this, and
I wish I had been slain.

By not giving my soul when dead,
I raped the natural law.
Now mankind’s life’s sucked through a straw
and I start feeling bad.

The whole world’s turning upside down:
Men combust on the street.
This is mankind’s final defeat,
I see the way the souls have flown.

Now this destruction passes by,
mankind’s forever gone.
I’ll find my way, now that I’ve won,
for I can never die.TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT

[Cleric Ward]

Pyriel, Holy Angel of Genocide

Now here I am
an aftershock
I’m contemplating this small rock

It’s natives seem
to be insane
They play destroying as a game

The game itself
is very old
Been played for æons, so I’m told

But very soon
their game will end
And to ensure this, I’ve been sent

I’m here to bring
them what they crave
And send this scum right to it’s grave

Their fate, it will
have been foreseen
But they considered it obscene

There’s no regret
within their gloom
Now this is going to be their doom

Their whole existence
must be drained
Break down the foothold that they gained

I will arise
to sow the hate
That will make them fulfil their fate

To make them
kill themselves with fear
Until at last I will appear

To peel their skin
to crack their bones
Make them eternally atone

For I am here
to crush their spine
Wipe out their whole genetic line

That massacre
will end all this
Find room for a new genesis

[Cleric Ward]

Agonistes

This is no way for me to live,
so I must draw a line right now.
I leave this town, I wander out
to find out what it’s all about.

I do not want your pity, nor
do I want you to come along.
I’m heading for the desert now
to heal this deeply rooted sore.

The night is calm, I’m all alone.
What am I gonna find out here?
Besides some weeds and scorpions
there’s nothing, so I do not fear.

I look into the stars while I’m waiting for the flies.
Inside my twisted mind, a newborn madness cries.

Sitting down beneath a rock,
I can see the city lights.
I wonder why those people don’t
question the meaning of their lives.

Right now the dark skies turn to red!
A vision that encounters me.
And within scarlet streams, I see
what will be there when I am dead.

The sight’s more gruesome than I thought,
demonic hordes full of hate.
They know the pleasures of the pain,
deliver it and desecrate.

I cry to the night while I’m waiting for the flies.
Inside my ravaged heart, another feeling dies.

Within the limb of rotting souls
some agonizing screams ring out.
I walk my way through fading groups
of fading spirits, crying loud.

The one who seeks forgiveness here
will quickly see there is no god.
The only thing that’s left for him
is punishment which is severe.

The creeping evil won’t select
your soul for sins that you commit.
Death’s Reich holds torment for us all,
whatever you, when living, did.

I tear out my eyes while I’m waiting for the flies.
There’s no one else around, no one will hear my sighs.

Now blood is running down my face,
scarlet tears soaked up by sand.
While crooking on the dusty ground
I keep my eyeballs in my hand.

And still the pictures flow to me!!!
I cannot flee them anymore.
Even without sense of view
they still are forcing me to see.

Undead legions bringing doom,
when are they gonna be unleashed?
The gates of hell are opened wide,
they’ll launch their final strike quite soon.

I bite my wrist while I’m waiting for the flies.
My time has come, so I’m using my canines.

[Xenia Onatopp- Bale]

Wow!!!Great poems, Cleric Ward.