Poems from SaturninePariah
Lay me out to rest this day, upon the battlefield in disgrace; remove my armor that is worn that could not protect, while the wearer...
When the hollow lies have died, when the faithful lose their pride
When the leaders lose their heads once the rivers begin to run red
When...
A lonesome figure walks alone, along a path of a cobblestone
A small shadow near his side, a sanguine sun keeps it alive
The figure walks...
My sinister smile is not one of denial; the joy I feel is real.
My sinister smile, would disturb the comfortable and make them question...
The money fills the corporate mills, as the peons work for another, the lives they live torn asunder; they belong to the men of plunder...