Mar 19, 2012
"Some Men Just Want To Watch The World Burn"
The apocalypse is near my friend The rose tinted glasses that once perched Now devoured by scalded tyrants As hell chose its dominion over my heart I no longer look at the world with a poet's eye I no longer expect its beauty
But facing the dawn of Armageddon My heart shall not quake For in where you say hell’s gates doth lay I see Heaven’s light trailing your wake Fear not the lack of beauty Rather, find it in the grit For thine eyes shalt be the venom in my verse Or I will burn the world to show you this.
me in normal script, theapocalypsepoet in italics.