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A poem I wrote a few years ago for a novel I was writing. I fixed some things I thought would sound better. (Original post)
 

Devastated

Just when you thought you as a king,
would regain control of your kingdom.
Here come Mars burning your plans,
corrupting each and everyone of your people.

Dear foolish Saturn, so devastated.
Your oceans turned to piss filled ledges
You’re no god, you’re no son, and no spirit.
But just a folk’s tale, nothing more to it.

Thinking of leading the hollow and shallow,
Cause they’re only ones who’d follow.
But the fire of Mars will burn eternally.
So Saturn, don’t take this personally.

But just watch you as you weep for your people.
They formed a new minster and it’s made of sheer evil.

Poor, poor, Saturn, completely devastated.
You had your time but procrastinated.
We’ve won this war before it was about to begin.
We’ve driven your children into the infinites of their sins.

And so they move only by the hand of fire.
Of the thief, the destroyer, of the liar.

Oh Light beyond the darkness
Shine upon me and upon us
Lead us with your wings of angel
Shine upon this broken road.

Disappointed and stranded I seek for you
Faith has given me nothing but false hopes
Reach me with your hand, lead me through
Shine upon me… shine upon this broken road.

Just when you thought of you as a creator,
would regain control of your creation.
Here comes a heavenly body crashing into,
Obliterating all of your precious nature.

Dear foolish Saturn, so devastated.
Your body turns to dust filled maggots
You’re not alive anymore than your lies are
You cannot mend all of these scars.

Thinking of leading the hollow and shallow.
Cause they’re only ones who’d follow.
But the fire of Mars will burn eternally.
So Saturn, don’t take this personally.

But just watch you as you weep for your people.
They formed a new religion and it pours sheer evil.

Oh Spirits beyond this world
Lead me to your leader, lead me through the wire
Refine me with your bursting fire
Shine upon my broken life.

Break through
Ray of light
Break through
For this revelation.

~Ryan Lyandree

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Sikhism

Giving blood just to stare at its quavering mouth slurping
Using flesh as bait, just to see its teetering teeth clinching in
You can sense all of the enmity just by listening
To the scraping noises echoing throughout the walls
In the obscure depths of the ghost filled hallways
At nightfall, when the moon bleeds, and the earth leans closer
The nocturnal beast wakes up from its slumber
All of the purpose conjectured comes asunder
Only to wonder what makes the muscles of this creature twitch.

I bet it feels like an itch that you just can’t get rid of
A curse casted by a necromancer or a virtuous mage
I don’t think we will ever find a true cause because
They were the ones who crafted the plot and set up the stage.

Behind iron bars cradles, the arms call out for their powder
The wound inflicted by daggers couldn’t determine their fall
To rise up the bars for those who craved enlightenment and power
But were not born with the mark and never received the call.

It’s the never ending hunger that makes a monster out of oneself
Like the rebuses of ancient spells held in flasks up in the shelf
One drop, one taste, any fool’s driven intensively, insatiably avid
As chains are broadened by muscles, the act is immensely vivid.

For the ones who are still lurking outside
There are four things you must keep in mind;
Do not feed the animal on display, locked in its cage
Do not stare at the prisoner in the eye, it’ll be enraged
Do not tease the beast with your treat, or you’ll distraught it
Whatever happens, do not confront it, or it’ll end in slaughter.

Natural instincts that ancient mysticism enforced attributes to
Whether this is a hoax to be proven false or a fact proved to be true…

I can’t help but feel awestricken just by the facts presently arrayed
Be overwhelmed by the cards I’ve been handed to but still haven’t laid
And thus the mystery lingers; can there be a hidden meaning under these sleeves?
Maybe an exemption from the enslavement of the five thieves?

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“Kamikazes of a circus; come join us.
Here’s redemption. It’s called a weapon. It’s called a handgun.
To sacrifice the innocence of our children for the well-being of a cult called religion
whose head is called God, but only to be spelled backwards.”
– The Perfect Lie by R.L.

Jacked O’ Lantern

Warmly wrap me in your arms Morpheus
And let me rest for a while and if possible, forever
The comfort of your dose is soothingly calling me

Bathe me in your sulfuric acid sense of leniency
Hang me from your lion’s tail’s family tree
Drag me through your archaic scarlet letterman’s mindset

Lifelike Mannequins

Set the actors into place
For my coffee jar is empty
Tie firmly your shoelace
Wash that cup, it is dirty.

Memorize all the lines
This is a one take shot
This has to look genuine.
THIS IS A ONE TAKE SHOT!!!

Place the pillars in the four corners
Stick the checkboard into the floor
Hide the riddles inside the programs
We can pull this thing of once more.

Weep at the camera boys
Mourn this lifeless decay
Hold tight to that decoy
This is war, let them fray.

Immortalize the façade
We are changing history
For our nation’s sake
We will become HISTORY!

Place the pillars in the four corners
Stick the checkboard into the floor
Hide the riddles inside the programs
We can pull this thing of once more.

Screams, rush, blood and death
Another outbreak coming from the inside
Tell your troops to march ahead
We’ll hold this one in the back of our minds.

I really got inspired…

The Burnout

I’m burning out with all of the passing philosophies
Revolting against another method of mechanism
I’ve lost myself in all these bullshit filled theories
One that gives idiots a higher level of spiritualism.

No such thing as the afterlife, I am deeply sorry
Tell your fairy to spread another bed time story
We wish to find something that’d make us important
That would make us feel better in our insignificance.

I’m not an idiot that cannot see past beyond this point
Or maybe I am, and I’m holding grudges with you all
So find a way to lose yourself in this misery, light a joint
And watch time pass slowly, as I quickly take the fall.

I’m burning out with all these right and wrong perceptions
Rebutting about the fact nobody comprehends this conception
I’ve lost myself in the foreign midst that leads to deception
Who can blame the ones who seek for some damn cognition?

No such thing as the ever after, I do apologize
Tell your preacher to spread another set of lies
We wish to find something that’d make us immortal
That would make us last forever in our ignorance.

I’m not an idiot that cannot see past beyond this point
Or maybe I am, and I’m holding grudges with you all
So find a way to lose yourself in this misery, light a joint
And watch time pass slowly, as I quickly take the fall.

Your invisible God might be as real as your fleshly one
One thing I concurred with is the blind leading the blind
I don’t think it takes a genius to truly fucking understand
But we prefer to be idiots, so we leave all reason behind.

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Linctus Addictus

Just a little
Give me a little
A little is what I need
I’ll plant it like a seed
And then grow a tree.

In this severed gap
Where spirits slip
In this broken shelter
Where demons sleep.

Linctus, Addictus

Just a little
Give me a little
A little is what I need
I’ll plant it like a seed
And then grow a tree.

I’ll grow a whole goddamn forest
And I’ll carve a cross for you
So you’d become my savior
So you can have the thanks you seek.

Linctus, Addictus

But don’t take it away from me
If you have it, give some
Give some, for Jesus’ sake
Just part away what you take!

In this severed gap
Where spirits slip
In this shattered shelter
Where demons sleep.

(Is the devil’s trap)
(Getting into deep)
(It’s a Helter Skelter)
(Come have a sip)

Linctus, Addictus