 |
  |
|
02-12-2009, 10:40 AM
|
#1 |
|
Winter is Coming
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: The North
Posts: 12,005
Rep Power: 119   |
Bronze's Inferno Pt.2
I just finished this book, promise ill come with som new material soon lol
my story is only provoked by the holy
solely, coldly yet masterful boldly uncontrolablly i write epic poetry Aristotle knowingly, before reason had it place in history my story is His, divine and majestic, yet so just i launch off with ballistics, cast doubt upon these misfits i dont miss SHIT yet i remain the most humble, when others stumble i lend them my hand, my granduer is that of an entire Roman clan disband across my own holy land, the edges of Hell consumed by sand on the rim only one sign that stands "Not For the Faint At Heart, Here Enters Only the Damned" here i make known my heavenly commands and make forth as God deems planned This sage whom you read page to page wise in his days and beyond his age Bronze, I display my poetic ways In the morning rising sun, i awaken dreary with my faith unshaken hastened by a sense of urgency, my amrbosa enlightens me to these heracies so with spreaded wings, i take flight the lift from one flap flips rocks like fish flop and the speed at which i travel, forces time to stop arrival at the edge of a pit of gravel, I AM the lawyer, the jury and the judge with the gavel since Cain slew Abel and the Towers of Babel i have been, righter of wrongs, slayer of usurpers act my punishments on evil doers sent many to the devils, who pierce with hot skewers This sage whom you read page to page wise in his days and beyond his age Bronze, I display my poetic ways Depleted by these daily rountines, my eyes view only prestine been around for centuries, this coming up on 16 but my age, is no factor for i am the Lords ambassador heavenly senator, holy as i may be, designed as a predator settle this ancient score, foreclose the final chapters in the book of lore i tore through Hell, and all those who dwell now as i reign supreme, lord of the underworld, my enigmatic dream seem - less riddles, in a jar holds the devil while he play his fiddle abysmal confound to rain and bound to fire eternal This sage whom you read page to page wise in his days and beyond his age Bronze, I display my poetic ways |
|
|
|
02-12-2009, 07:29 PM
|
#2 | |
|
AKA THE PROTO-CHAOS
|
Quote:
__________________
NON IGNORANT... |
|
|
|
|
|
02-13-2009, 10:54 AM
|
#3 |
|
Winter is Coming
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: The North
Posts: 12,005
Rep Power: 119 |
hahaha peace Sheep, thanks
get at me for a collab soon man |
|
|
|
|
02-14-2009, 12:01 PM
|
#5 |
|
God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
my story is only provoked by the holy
solely, coldly yet masterful boldly uncontrolablly i write epic poetry i liked how you started this off Very vivid and imagery was nice
__________________
  My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Hell razah |
|
|
|
|
02-23-2009, 08:15 PM
|
#6 |
|
Forsaken Pickle General
Join Date: Nov 2008
Age: 18
Posts: 66
Rep Power: 0 |
sick DARTZ
__________________
AH IZZ AH DINASAWR |
|
|
|
 |
| Thread Tools | |
| Display Modes | |
|
|
Linear Mode
