SomeGuySomewhere
10-20-2005, 05:17 PM
Tellus
This haunting winter, infinite to no end
So finite in structure, raw in its creation
As it springs forth the labor of lust
Black water from depths of immoral souls
A heart of gold, poisoned, tarnished
Death to the purity that once was
Broken unto this habit of corruption
Only deepening this ethereal hardship
A native specter, chilling ways
Haunting appeal, impure in divinity
Clashing humanities
One at incipience
Divergence from the path
Lost in thus created thicket
Recurring in sheltered minds
Peaking only to fall
The abyss awaiting victims
The worst is yet to aspirate
This haunting winter, infinite to no end
So finite in structure, raw in its creation
As it springs forth the labor of lust
Black water from depths of immoral souls
A heart of gold, poisoned, tarnished
Death to the purity that once was
Broken unto this habit of corruption
Only deepening this ethereal hardship
A native specter, chilling ways
Haunting appeal, impure in divinity
Clashing humanities
One at incipience
Divergence from the path
Lost in thus created thicket
Recurring in sheltered minds
Peaking only to fall
The abyss awaiting victims
The worst is yet to aspirate