The Seventh Gate

[ZeroDude]

Within an empty phrase,
A castrated tongue irate,
Spewing salient monologues,
Against the seventh gate,

Serving round a colonic tonic,
Medicinal menial scars,
Carved upon your circus mind,
To pass the coming hours,

Day break broke a sacred vow,
They mourned the morning side,
A vigilante vigilant against,
The turning tide,

Turned to tear a torrid torrent,
From his frequent foolish foes,
Who behest his friends to impress,
The empty hearts of those,

Who neither kneel nor pray,
To any naiveté priest or son,
Or institutionalized deity,
Who need not have begun,

A fraudulent echoed imperialist march,
Towards the seventh gate,
The soldiers know the time too well,
They know the hour is late.

 

[For Honor]

 

[youtooellen]

wow, another well written piece ZeroDude
you never cease to amaze me

 

[lazarus]

glad I came over here today to catch up.

you still got it, buddy, and get better by the day.

I like to single out specific lines, but there's just too many good ones to choose from this time.


laz