The hardest part will be deciding when it is done! :)

I'll contribute the first line. Here we go:

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake

Question: is this rhyming or freestyle?

You and the next 2 people will determine that, by what you post. :) You could turn it into a formal poem with a rhyme scheme, or you could take it in a different direction. Set the standard, see what happens. :)

-T

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers

As I began to turn sober

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers

As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers

As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Then I had a huge hang-over

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers

As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Then I had a huge hang-over

I though they played like queers.

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
it smelled so bad i turned blue

It was as cold as Ice
this cloud that held my burning tears
As it did all my fears
The summation to all my beers

As I began to turn sober
I watched my family play red-rover
Then I had a huge hang-over

I thought they played like queers
you should now you been doing it for years

Yeah I think this poem is done.

Especially when Felony is trying to pick a bone with me here.

....ahh c'mon just playin around Laimtoe.....you have to admit it was [I]kinda[I] funny. Sorry for any hurt feelings feel free to bash me.... I'll start another one.

The sky is blue

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy

wow neat rhythm anyways...

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
this self indugence

Heh. funny man.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.

that feels like an end to me
could just be me tho

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.

Looking back on the day it all began

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.

Looking back on the day it all began
My comrades crying their revolution

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.

Looking back on the day it all began
My comrades crying their revolution
On the sands of time

The sky is blue
and shines with virtue

Yet my days are dark
Absent, of beauty and art
Bleak and desolate in existence
Filled with the curse of Anarchy
Condemed with a spirit within

I walk and wander aimlessly
doing nothing
feeling blank and pasty
Boy isn't that a feeling

Is life only meant for lingering?
or is it about finding hot girls and fingering?
To beat an urgent urging, that does not want to wait
This feeling I have begun to hate.
Is the feeling I have begun to create.

What have I done to deserve this?
Sensational Feeling.
That I don't find appealing.
Which Keeps on Reeling.

Untill the nights are done.
Before the morning shall come.
My feelings are found
and bound within this Rapture.
Is where I shall find my desire.
To meet my fantasies.
to all my disires
I endevout to achieve
all that i deserve.
Is all that I need
Is my will to please
Before my will can freeze.

The Sky Is red
As the Dawn Is Rising
Over the blood been spilled that night
A brother weeps not knowing why.
For enemies choose whether to live or die.
As the night grows old.
The day begins its youth
Gentle whispers heard within the breeze
that flows like a leave within the whisp of the wind
controlling the day, struggle to escape
Sometimes I don't know whether i'm dead or awake
And I am soon consumed by the thought
of midsummer skirmishes fought and lost.

Looking back on the day it all began
My comrades crying their revolution
On the sands of time
I sowed in these fields my reputation.


(( Why don't we end the poem here? It's getting too long. ))

EDIT: Sorry, problems.

((Alright...)

A summer afternoon can kill.

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.


( I get to add two lines cause' I'm special.)

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within

((I am depressed at the discerning lack of people who caught that Les Mis reference...))

( I am depressed at the fact that I don't really know what you are talking about? Les Miserables? )

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight

((Yes.))


A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,

shakespearian words could never describe

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,

shakespearian words could never describe
The insanities within ones own mind

A summer afternoon can kill.
with unsheathed shafts of molten light
lanced towards the hills.
And could capriciously, just as easily, not.
But rather, scent the morning by leaf's dew.

For the spark of revolution lies within
the cold relevation that sinks tonight
With restlessness your heart doth fill
the emptiness our mirth had hold.
Tis the night I must be bold,

shakespearian words could never describe
The insanities within ones own mind
For he would have just coined some casual epithet,

The sulfurous cloud was like a snake,
a serpent from the depths of hell.
The ground quivered in its wake,
it trembled and then fell.

Scary indeed was its sight
but what was worse was its smell
it's reek was of the bowels of hell.

This is no joke: this is true:
This is what i tell to you