Here's another one I wrote too. Tell me what you think. It's called Destiny of Culture.

"Destiny of Culture"

A notion of divine right
One life the pinnacle of all
A vision of perfection
By way of noble bloodlined birth
Whispers of self-justification
Provide constant assurance of authority
Continuance with burnt offering
Sacrifice to the altar of bloodlust – culture
The essence of innocence flawed by corruption
An angel in thine own eyes – a devil in thine own right
A bloodfed atrocity hailed as the paradigm of civility
Which is the savage beast?
Is it instinct? Death as a necessity of survival?
Rather a simple act of domination
Murderous pride in development as beauty dies
Tears soak the tainted soil
Cried to germinate a hope for the growth of compassion
Violence becoming a salve for the effects of ….. violence
How does it end?
Does our lofty vision fade into the earth?
A fall from grace, from our seeming seraphic stature?
Or do we rebuild? A new foundation for the future?
Our choice fast approaches
Acceleration to a possible apocalyptic end
With hope of emergence of humanistic inner beauty
I prepare for the assured destiny of culture

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Here's another one too. Tell em what you guy's think about this one also.

"Bael Na Mblath"

Moonlight shines upon the gallows of men stretched by their necks
By British crown they suffer so, swinging in the winter air
Centuries of terror follow centuries of blood
The red ride through the countryside bringing forceful rule
Mothers bury sons and daughters and they rot in Irish soil
In the realm of summer stars patriots do march
Saint Patrick sheds a tear each day for martyrs who will die
Red eyes gleam and white lips twitch, the devil draws a smile nearby
Fog dresses corpses at night and dusk brings safe escape
Slaves of wind from northern lands drive angels from their homes
A pilgrimage of stars leads right to hell's own gates
Followed by demons' shadows our homeland isn't safe
Tyranny the bitter friend to those with evil in their souls
Prisoners will not make amends, for bloodshed is fate
As coffins line the cobbled streets the bastards still watch o'er
No savior comes to aid the saints, the funerals still proceed
Black clouds mark the end of English law
The queen has shut her eyes to the torment of the common man
The queen will have a pauper's grave for stealing Irish land
Apparitions rise up from the mist and appear on Easter morn
From the sea the dead arise and to the castle they do storm
Hail Mary full of grace rebel hearts have won today
Heaven's gates swing open wide as "terrorists" enter free........

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just wondering, how do you pronounce Mblath?

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Umm it's kind of hard to pernounce I can;t spell it but kind of like umm m-blought kind of liek bath but liek blought something liek that. Did you liek the song or does it suck?

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Why is it that you ccan write lyrics with perfect grammer and spelling but you type like shit. Plagerism?

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Well he probaly takes the time to go over and edit any errors in his song but when he goes to post just types fast and does not edit anything lol.

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why irish soil? "mothers bury sons and daughters as they rot in irish soil" whos to say its not american soil, or russian soil?

edit: why specify the soil?

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Now now everyone, let's shut up. Personal attacks are not tolerated here. If you cant play nice, whatever you say will dissapear, and that's just the way it is.

Sorry about that man.

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