Aziz

My grave,
This Rave,
Puritanical beehive.

The End, Thank you im new

SOMETIMES IN THE DESERT,
SOMETIMES IN THE DESERT,
SOMETIMES IN THE DESERT,
SOMETIMES IN THE DESERT,
You kill for water.

The shot you in a ****ing lake,
Serpentine form decay did take,
I will bring you back.

Kalashnikov could be a dance,
For in my arms you leap and prance,
And buck so wild! My only fear? To hit a child. And spiders.

Demons cast you in a pit,
ask me if I give a shit.
The Balrog was an mighty brute,
from him fell flame and ash did shoot,
Next time stay dead or cast some spells, seriously.

Whats this!?
A friend, some brave first steps,
my owner has a god-complex.
Whos this!? New smells,
ill test my teeth.
I think ill bring my friend a leaf,
he seems so fun,
so strong and proud.
Some of which he did bequeath.
The day he let me drink his blood.

Tamara you aren't an elf,
so store those dreams up-on a shelf.
Fantasy is for the young,
tales of deeds and Gods unsung.
A vampire of the highest rank?
A lifetime filling my gastank!
So Tammy store those dreams away,
is what my corpse would like to say,
if I hadn't invited you into my house.

What time is it?
Void.
Who am I?
Void.
Will you help me?
Yes.

I don't hate you little things,
from hearth you wrought such shining rings.
First brass and gold,
long tales unfold.
Of souls so Black made bit and tack,
from nothing more than promise.

My first kiss cannot compare,
to venom burning everywhere.
Time did little to denature,
exotic gift from perfect cre-a-ture.
My heart did beat and blood did boil,
time did nothing to despoil,
memory of evil night.

What the **** did i just drink?
Someone rush me to a sink.
I paid good money for this swill!
Now every time i get a thrill,
when humanimals discuss wine.

My terror builds as I grow tired,
for dreams show things not yet transpired.
A throne not made of stone or wood,
Perfect in its symmetry.
A throne not made for you or me,
some things humans should not see.

Strategy has no use here,
the shield of doctrine quakes with fear.
Precious heartbeats blend with sand,
each one grinds down any man.
You scream with rage "WHERE COULD HE BE?!"
I sit and laugh while drinking tea,
for how does one kill a memory?
My Jutsu is you fight my ghosts.

Eyes so strong they cannot see,
what is right in-front of me.
Beauty burns and mountains turn,
to ash and chaff in-front of me.
My curse is that I cannot see,
beauty right in-front of me.

The Jenova Project,
sworn to Terra thee protect,
black materia did project,
a power undeniable.
The night sky,
now full,
uncreation.

My brother your achievements sing,
I know you would so love the ring.
If in my power twas to give,
I gift you souls so you may live.

I met you on a quite night,
a freezing hill my true delight.
I wrapped myself in all I own,
for chance to see your godless throne.
Nyarlathotep! You came to me.
That night wrought sinister Necromancy.

DEATH!!! You scream as taking field.
I cannot gather what would yield,
a single seconds indecision,
from some long kings ancestral derision.
Then you charged ****ing elephants.

What if we were wont to make,
the perfect friends whose claws would rake,
our feline kin would surely win,
our hearts and minds,
afghanistan.

Stab me with your Morgul-Blade,
such awesome power you've displayed,
just don't leave any visible bruises.