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These Visions
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What are these visions?
What are these words?
Ghostly images, Forming mentally
Floating and drifting
Twisting and turning
Coming to me for an unknown reason
Showing me unknown sights
Vague shapes of abstract designs
A matrix of infinity, An unholy equation
Winged figures shower a foreign land
And jaws of fire swallow them whole
A weight comes with these visions
Like a waterfall beating against your back
With paint and canvas, Blood and sweat
I will show the world my divination.....Night and day, all year long
This man paints his visions
Like Gods personal messenger on earth
The church has called him fallen
Labeled him a blasphemer
But he knows who he is painting for
He grows more and more afraid
What could these expression show?
A church aflame and a cross ablaze
The inverted crucifix, Veiled behind a evil grin
Each and every night, the eye visits to show him another
To show him what’s to be painted next
The plague eats at the heart of society
Yet in his dungeon like entrapment
Upon the canvas he continues to carry on
Ignoring the life, The one he left behind
Until finally, He understood what had been shown to him...
Stand in awe
At the angelic city of God
The gleaming spires of his citadel
The fires upon it, Engulfed in war
Shake with fear
As this biblical equation unfolds
The matrix of infinity
The key to Satan’s throne
Cry in terror
As the cosmic laws bend and break
The sheer fabric of common thought
Has been weakened, Now what’s at stake?
Shudder in horror
As the final vision weighs too heavily
Makes the genius a madman inside
Feel dementia grow, Feel it swelling
These visions of God, Are not of God at all
Who shows me these visions, If he does not?
Here I stand, My body once strong and able
Now reduced to a withered fragile shell
I line the paintings up as the came to me
And the truth of what’s to happens
The truth of what’s to come...The next night, He woke to a ghastly visitor
Her body perfect, and her smile a wicked evil grin
Hair as long as river, and as dark as the depths of an ocean
With movements slow and perfect, Like that of a ghost
She glided over the floor to him...
Upon her head the crucifix inverted was marked
And her body trailed streams of fire
His heart stopped as she bestowed upon him
One last, horrid untimely vision
There she stood, above the citadel of God
A horrid veil, Of pestilence and war
As Lucifers messenger spoke only one thing to me
“suus volo consurgo”
Beneath her knife he realized....
It had been Satan’s eye he stared into
Stand in awe
At the angelic city of God
The gleaming spires of his citadel
The fires upon it, Engulfed in war
Shake with fear
As this biblical equation unfolds
The matrix of infinity
The key to Satan’s throne
Cry in terror
As the cosmic laws bend and break
The sheer fabric of common thought
Has been weakened, Now what’s at stake?
Shudder in horror....
© Brett Windnagle
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This one is about a painter who suddenly starts receiving visions from what he believes to be God, and he starts to paint the out frantically. As he closes in on the final painting, He begins to piece the message together and question who gives them the visions. Next he realized that these painting show the forces of god falling to Lucifer, Then a messenger of Lucifer visits him at night, Shows him the last vision of a conquered heavens kingdom, then she kills him.
Kinda sprang into my head for some reason.
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