Rise ye to the new elements

I'm alone I'm alone, this time I'm alone.
I feel like I'm on top of a icy white throne.
This power inside feels like a bolt of lightning.
The music inside screams loud and frightening.

I don't know what to do, I can't think of a thing.
Every time I cry I morph into a hateling.
Tears turn to blood after minutes of remorse.
It's no wonder I'm alive after all of these chores.

They say that the rose often couples with love.
I don't doubt it's true, isn't love like a dove?
Full of peace and kindness, why would it hurt?
The thorns are still on there, that's why it hurts.

The one who is giving the roses forgets and forgets.
I say it's intentional because they don't think of it.
A droplet of anger and a droplet of hate.
Why would you ponder on something so great?

Why would one think to clip the thorns?
Why would one notice if love is a horn?
Always sounding out the joy of their gift.
Never noticing that they're hurting their bliss.

The words of revenge and the things that I give.
All but sweet candy to this child of sin.
A world of repent dreams lie within fields.
Many magnets circle and gravitate within reels.

The weather is upon me as this gust of wind whirls.
A strange abbreviation is creeping slowly in twirls.
An amorphous shape is coming up fast.
Tension is rising like soft blown glass.

He is coming for me and this danger grows high.
Myriads of disasters brew like red wine.
Cultivating crops is no easy task.
Nor is loving someone while wearing a mask.

I scream out my name and my voice trembles the sound.
Earthquakes and mountains fall violent to the ground.
This barrage of chants and spells that I cast.
Shatter my hardened paper mâché mask.

My heart cannot take it, wheels turn all around.
The car is in motion; the sound so profound.
My engine is baking; O! temperature rise.
The jog is replacing the sweet hate surprise.

I feel so relaxed and this is all so refreshing.
The power I caress; the feeling is tempting.
I want to reject him; I want this vengeance.
I want to lash out the words of his sentence.

To be immured on a rock, a hill of sorts.
Eternity is waiting by the birds forevermore.
Peck at his flesh and eat out his heart.
Damage his mind and regather his parts.

Each and every night should these parts grow a new.
Each single day should the birds feast what grew.
You gave the man fire; you hurt him so much.
Now is dangling on a piece of broken love.

A legion of monsters that call to my name.
Swiftly assemble like chess pieces in a game.
Storms blow in sideways and beasts howl in demise.
Stalactites embrace and plummet from the skies.

Hell is reborn in the honor of my face.
Statues pop up like daisies and maize.
Demons are chuckling at the thought of spilled blood.
The only thing I'm thinking is the heavens up above.

I want to be free of this curse, I want to feel good.
I'm sorry to God, the one I tried to conquer, the one I withstood.
A man I thought I could reckon, a man who was weak.
I was so wrong, and in vain, he sure showed me.

Banished to this realm, to this evil reprise.
I know it's all a dream, yet I can't wake up my eyes.
The souls are angry and their tears fill the streams of hell.
This is all happening so fast, why did I do this to myself?

I'm sorry oh lord, I'm sorry I tried.
Won't you take pity on an old friend who lied?
I promise you my valor and I promise you my truth.
Satan is a reject, but a friend you still knew.

Take me back in Heaven, take me from this plane.
Each and every soul that's here, I feel their every pain.
Blood as water, eyes as snacks, fire as the sun?
What kind of monster would want this to be done?

Where is the love, where is the hope, where are the truths of God?
Get me out, help me now, let's escape this red facade.
I'm at a loss, I need your help, send me your quick replies.
End this hell, end it fast, so consciousness can wash over my eyes.

Please endow and send fourth help; my poetry is this world.
I cry out like a baby in need; even a spoiled little girl.
But even though I'm so alone and I face this inhuman stress.
I'm perfectly happy with myself, because I'm in power nonetheless.

I'm strong and clever, I'm smart and cute.
I have an appetite for eating men like you.
You're weak and fake, you're sad and dry.
I'm sorry I ever cried.

I have the might, I have the strength; I'll change this jungle now.
Demons run and hide in shadows, for you'll burn with the hellion hounds.
Come up ye souls from your cracks, rise onto my new lush lawn.
Feel the pagan mist of air, walk ye your new orange dawn.

Rise ye to the new elements.
Rise all to the new born glimpse.
Fall ye the old wrong ways.
Fall ye this man of hate.