Bloodlust

Her fire,
The burning sensation
Ripped the universe to shreds
The agitation that the Gods felt themselves,
Defeated by her knife
Of blood living in the demise
And those who melt
And knelt
To avoid another welt.
Rushing through her veins,
A future of eternal lies
Down above where all spring dies
And winter her new cries
Where not even one buys
But still,
They continue
To try.

Her lust,
Her blood-thirsty eyes
Among the dragons who claim the title of wise
As they fly in the barren skies.
She, who slit the throats of lovers
She, who traded the souls for covers,
She, who hid in a disguise
Of wrongdoers in rise
And now
The flame that had once been alive
No longer can it strive
As it has been bribed
Of all of it’s prizes
During the murderer’s crisis.

Roses of scarlet,
Knives of stolen clouds,
And international crowds
Taking a peek through our galaxy
to expect an overthrown democracy
but surprise surprise,
it was all a tragedy
of a massacre
where she could not breed
and grieve for the lover of betrayal
because she damned those all to hell,
and so the devil rang a bell
not was it God
but just another angel of fraud.

Her fire,
Put out by the once barren sky’s rain,
And the dragons who claimed wisdom’s throne
Had the world realized of being prone
To shades of roses and a dialing phone.