Blind and Deaf I Fear... by WordOfChen, literature
Literature
Blind and Deaf I Fear...
He walked in a world of utter silence,
where people screamed but did not hear.
They held a void between their bodies,
A void between the mouth and the ear.
They spoke without speaking;
thought without thinking
and as the dark of night drew near
conflict came amongst jubilant cheer!
With smiles, they promoted their weapons of hate,
formed gangs to advance their personal stake.
And where hierophants commanded, the cattle went;
Aggression in words and bullets spent.
And with the bodies came sorrow,
they wept in fear; blame amongst blame
but there was no one to hear...
For they spoke without speaking,
thought without thinking;
and held a void
It's been awhile since I've been violent.
I think you've forgotten the taste of my rage.
As you sit there happy, surrounded by your 'family'
I sharpen my blades within an iron cage.
And I will never forget your ultimate betrayal,
for your loyalty laid with the trash of the heap.
And instead of choosing to take to my side,
you ran to mediocrity, like the company you keep.
But death is not so easily broken,
though indeed you broke me forevermore.
And now I'll return that beautiful favor;
by leaving the blood of your phalanx upon your door.
After all, you said they were family to you.
I'm sure you'll mourn their deaths.
Each and every one...
You ask what drives me?
It is the desire to be a king.
Vengeance was but the spark of ignition,
but the dream existed--
long before your talons tore into my flesh...
And while it is true that I shall receive no aid in this endeavour.
I need no lady of the lake to hand me Excalibur.
If no sword shall fall to me,
then I shall forge one.
If no army will raise its banner,
then I will build one.
You might laugh at this pauper
from your castle of gold and safety.
But subjugation comes,
in more ways than one...
And the first stage of your torment
is INFESTATION
Soon it will be your public that ushers your demise.
They will be bloated and co
I despise villains with motives of vengeance.
They come across to me as terribly gauche and immature.
I mean really,
what would be left after your vengeance is done?
Would you adjust to normality while flipping burgers?
No...
Vengeance is but the fool's answer.
To quiet a stinging wound in your heart
which your mind cannot understand.
But in my case, I have transcended beyond that...
My rage could never be quelled by justice,
my anger could never be soothed with revenge.
My hatred burns brightly enough
to score even the brightest stars from the sky,
because to me, vengeance no longer matters...
There can be no compensation for the lacera
She makes fun of me sometimes,
with a cheeky smile on her face.
She flips her hair and acts haughty,
because she knows I'm better when I follow her pace.
She won't leave me alone with my demons,
she knows they eat me alive.
So she does her best to patch me up
always--with her beautiful emerald eyes.
In this head of mine,
I thought that I was smart.
I thought I understood everything,
but my arrogance tore it apart.
I had to learn from those who cared most,
that things are never what they seem.
And though our anxious minds might think dark thoughts;
We are only ever betrayed within our worst dreams.
In fact, it is the opposite,
for it is I who became the traitor.
I could never have known you were reaching for me,
Because I let my fears become my manipulator.
But I promise you now, I will make this right.
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I was happy once, in beautiful place,
where my labour reaped reward
and my heart had another to share its peace.
There was closeness and affection
mixed with a hard day’s work;
At night my thoughts scrawled across crisp paper
and come the morning I would send them off to be read.
I was happy in this place
but it was never to be my reward…
Because come the morning
I would always be reminded;
this place was but a dream
and I had never been happy.
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- Written by Word of Chen
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Order…
What is order but a feeble excuse?
Used by the cunning and weak
to dominate the noble and strong.
For generations we are taught
by cowardly sneaks
that their convoluted laws–
their arbitrary rules and regulations
are to be obeyed without question.
But what need of law, do the honorable have?
In truth, it is nothing more than a construct;
A cage of language and clever writ
designed solely to have us accept our position:
eating scraps from the table of those with ’greater minds’
This, I say, is nonsense…
For their use of rules derives not from benevolence or peace.
It is merely a weapon made to
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Impatience is a mortal failing
Born from our impermanent existence
The fact that we are transient beings
Is what causes our leaders to cling to power.
They do not want their people to grow
Else they know we will soon surpass them;
A priest does not ask his mass to think
for thought itself brings the danger of change.
Do you now see why Chaos is so great?
The Dark Gods do not restrict our freedom to think
indeed we are welcome to question;
for they are the truth…
Any God of Chaos can be seen as permanent
because despite their darkness they are eternally patient.
No aspect of Chaos has ever commanded that you worship them.
For
Flesh, flesh,
Such wasted flesh...
This able-bodied meat.
Defiled by drugs and impurities.
A mind born with clarity,
Yet so blatantly abused.
No harm did you suffer;
Other than harm self inflicted.
Disregarding the hopeless gazes,
Of those who were born without.
No good, no good;
This I cannot abide...
I shall take this flesh from you,
And it shall be tended and made anew.
A gift to those who are deserving,
Of the very gifts you cast aside...
Now then, my dear,
Do stop your screaming.
It will only be painful,
Until your heart stops beating.
- Word of Chen, 1/6/2016