Shai Hulud - That Within Blood Ill-Tempered

1) Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others
Rest assured
This is sincere
This is true

Let this be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing
Save the art of accusation

Woe is he that feels compelled to pen even one word of hatred
The act is contemptible
To know that I hate with passion with which I love is a travesty
Let this writ acknowledge these facts

How I miss the warmth of red blood
The color of pitch is cold and hard
And it's merciless to the tenderhearted

How I miss the strength of red blood
Its susceptibility to burn jet
And the might to withstand a brutal scorching

How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood
To the gross advantage
This blood must not go to waste
All is not yet lost

Take these words of blood ill-tempered
Take these words and cut deep
Lacerate the soiled flesh
Impact the brittle bone

And we all will bleed together
May this blood pave the way to solution

We have all been so wrong
Conditioned to accept and approve
Of substandard communication and behavior
Reason is clouding
Hearts are hardening
And the result is murder
This age is grave bound
Likewise, its aging successors
Aging, all the while, descending
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallen

And man will continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example

Chaos must succumb to order
Lest these days be numbered

I cannot contribute to disarray
I simply cannot relate

Let this be my act of defiance
Let this be my refusal to fit in
Let this be my writ of Misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing
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2) Let us at Last praise the Colonizers of Dreams
Without pretension
With a sweet chill down my spine

For a time the clouds lift
And what I have resigned to thinking barren
Does bear fruit

If I am to die - If I must die
I must inspire while I live
Alongside the dreamers

Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams

I surrender all
All I have give

To those who survived life's thorns
And provided escape
To those whose creations live forever
To those that wrote the words
Though my knees become weak
I will cause my foot another step
To carry the task
And to those that understood

There is a need for faith
And a need for hope

Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams

As with the brightest and the wisest
I know the need of faith, hope, and dreams

I burn for vision and inspiration
For this is life

If perchance I am dreaming
Please, let me sleep...

To spend my time in great Atlantis
In search of Camelot
I drink from the grail and war with the immortals
Rather than sulk in the ruins of a fallen sky castle

Amidst the remnants of a once mighty colossus comes this call:
"Where are the builders?"

I clearly see the slayers and the hope they destroy
I clearly see the thieves and the wonders they deprive the inspired

Where are the builders?

If I am to die - If I must die
I must inspire while I live
Alongside the dreamers
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3) The Consummate Dragon
It is truly the perfect being

Its armor is tenfold shields
Its teeth, swords
Claws in the guise of greeting hands

How does it sleep at night
This tyrant
Heaping slaves on the pyre
Just to watch ambition burn

It is truly the perfect being

It's armor is tenfold shields
And from its tongue, fire

Could any being verily bask in malevolence?
As if its indifference might pardon it
This tyrant

He is the fatherless
With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself

What can it create?
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands
It cannot create a thing

When the public speaks the truth
Simply tear it down

Dissent, and smolder

Your thoughts are law, great dragon
Just spare me and mine
While I bide my time
Knowing you well
The enemy

Cower may the everyman
I show no recoil for a would-be dragon

The common man is the consummate dragon
The poorest excuse of a man

My chest to shields
My teeth to swords
My hands to claws and fire

Now we can make war

A titan against a titan
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4) Willing Oneself to Forget What Cannot Otherwise be Forgiven
Fail the sun to shine
As there is no more beauty left to alighten
What once flourished has weathered away
And what will not weather I cannot stomach
Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar

I can keep my lips from trembling
While I sever, with regretful hands,
The strings so carelessly attached to me
I can remove the litter of intimacy

Alas, this will not be the death of me

If that which merely tears seldom lasts
How can that which breaks ever heal?

I would rather bleed than feel
I would rather bleed

No man can learn the value of his life without pain
Yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain
And I have a lifetime left to learn
Am I not a better man?

A man who has grown sound and strong
A man who has learned from his misery

Am I not a better man?

A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel
This lasting man of resolve and will

Am I not a better man?

Or just a bitter man
That rots with memories and only grows cold

Indeed I have grown cold

And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day
This day has lasted a life time with an eternity left to lapse

Here I am, forsaken
Just as I forsook the sun
A blend of venom and winter
The kiss of frost and poison

How I have wished for a steady hand
To wipe away these scars
Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful

Were the sun to follow bitter examples
We would truly know winter eternally

May the sun shine on the forsaken
May the sun shine brightly
And illuminate our scars
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5) Two and Twenty Misfortunes
Brilliance
A heart of gold
And a voice that whispers:

"I am wholly miserable."

He is the most miserable of men
Every word he speaks reeks of failure
He has failed where others have succeeded threefold
This failure suffers

What is a man that is the source of his own misery?
To face a lifelong nightmare of taunting dreams is unbearable
What is this man?
a dark prophet
a dark prophecy

Suffering knows no end
Nor does his appetite for it
Opt for the darkest corner and brood
Keep closed your eyes
Keep turned your back
Tomorrow is dead

Tomorrow is dead
Today is the grave
Yesterday he secured a tomb

Time has been cruel
Why should time be any different than life?
When tomorrow is dead

His shame

He will lie between resentment and regret
He shed his grace as certain as a snake sheds its skin
Laid waste to a wealth of talent
His curse of being blessed with treasures that just were not gold enough

His endless misfortune...
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6) Being Exemplary
And this is what shall come to pass
A new precept for the world to adopt
And this is what the children shall learn

Prepare for the lowest standard
Rough diamonds in the palms of fools
Unable to give the crucial gift of reason

The unwise teaching wisdom
The absurd defining priority
Fools, unable to give the crucial gift of reason

What more can be expected of a child
Being a product of the stark worst:
Its fathers blood

Censure rightly
Make no mistake
The ascendants,
They are veritably criminal

Fare thee well
Down the random path of chance

Godspeed

Set sail against the wind
Under the misguiding light of faulty beacons

Set sail against the wind
With vices for virtues
Dishonor for ethics
And excess for etiquette
As examples

Such sorry examples...

And what of the children?

Ignorant of its weight
Blind to its worth

Something is terribly amiss
When the beauty and the miracle of new life
Is nothing but a burden

This burden is a life
This burden is a child

Men without dedication speaking of truth and loyalty
Women without conviction teaching respect and compassion

No...

And what of the children...?
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7) Given Flight by Demon's Wings
This is not my true nature
I was not born as what I've come to be

To be gentle again...

An angel's heart given flight by demon's wings faces certain death

Do not let this exterior deceive you
I can easily crush your spirit
My wounds bleed truth
Their voices are caustic
And with the words
A nasty sting from aim and precision of fact

"How can you be so cruel?"

It is not who I am
As it is the hate I feel

I am a demon
A vicious fiend
Let me alone...

I am a demon with a penchant for other's misery

I am a demon
A vicious fiend
Let me alone
In peace
To be the beast of a man the world has made me

I am prepared to fight humanity every day
For the rest of my life
Albeit, my mind and body yearn for tranquility

People that should earn my love
Consistently warrant my hate
I truly resent this

Breathe easy, friend
Let not bitter fruit sour your breath
You were once a gentleman

When friends fail
And mother is gone
When god is silent
And mates fall out of love...

I still wake to confrontation
Alone and unflinching

I am not simply strong
I may very well be the strongest man that ever lived

Breathe easy, friend
Let not bitter fruit sour your breath
You were once a gentlemen...
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8) Whether to Cry or Destroy
The salt from my eyes burns
As does the acid of my tongue

Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use

My hand is poised and in fury
Only thunder gives me rest

Dare me to breathe
When I can't catch my breath
Sway my temper's balance

Only thunder gives me rest
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9) This Song: For the True and Passionate Lovers of Music
This song
I have this song to sing
Certain words must be screamed
Rather than be sung or spoken

I am alive and vigorous

As they toil without love
Fight without purpose
And live without passion...

I am alive and vigorous

In this song is where I belong

Within these moments there are no outsiders
Within the body of the song time stands still
One is all
And all is beautiful
This beautiful moment of song and passion

We will all sing
we will all dance

If a humans' nature is to war
This song is a battleground
And this voice a weapon
One thousand voices
Our trumpet call to arms

Passions' promise
True loves' reward
A pure expression in truth and sincerity

Passions' promise
True loves' reward, is this song

What will become of this song
Pray not a fallen banner
Or screamed words to the deaf
For life is weary without song or sound of harps

This is a song for the impassioned
This is strength for the hearts on sleeves
A shining sentiment where voices soar
And melody wells tears in the eyes

We will all sing the same song
This song
Together
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10) Ending the Perpetual Tragedy
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
That I might reach straight for your throat

This is madness
Will we not be satisfied
Until we sit drenched in each others' blood?

The shame of only two appalling options:
A taker of life or a dead man
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning

Love, as vital to life as blood to heart, conquers pain
Lest death intrudes by means of its' flawed emissary; man

On this day, saints will be sinners
There will be no victors, only bereaved
This is why we mourn

Leaving the world blind, eye after eye

Disease inhabits the environs
Famine feeds our gardens
Flesh is predisposed to die
Death needs no aide

We bear blood to where we rest
And still we are not sleepless

And we will live this tragedy in perpetuity

The stillness of a corpse is unnerving
It is the physical form of death
The air is cold
And I am certain someone, somewhere is laughing
I am colder than the air
My heart is deeper than an ocean
Its pain is focus
A focus as brutal as the stillness of a corpse
The stillness of a corpse is unnerving

On this day, let them all be unnerved
The blood of the dead mixes with the blood of the gouging of mine eyes
The truest tragedy complete

And in perpetuity, as this is the will of imbeciles who thirst for blood
Blind as bats

There are no more lessons to be learned
Man unlearns wisdom as swiftly as it digs its own grave
If he must dig, let him dig for himself
I will bury the corpses

I will bury the corpses of those that would bury mine
Or that of my beloved
The blood of mine eyes mixes with the blood of mankind
It will cleanse the world
This scorched jet blood
It will cleanse the world
It will cleanse the world...

This is a tragedy...

Her loved one is dead
His loved one is dead
My loved one is dead
Your loved one is dead

If these hands would only kill...
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