Vampyre’s Prayer of Death

hail o fateful slumber of change
winters barren lands of waste
death be quickened on thy heels
as i lay in bed in twilight’s grace
awakened in the blood of fire
death forgive my forging power
changing thought and will perceived
guiding darkness through womb conceived light is dawning as i breach
and immortal death is close in reach
fateful hour drawing near
rotting soul inside with fear
resting peaceful in the stars above
descends the death of change in love
faster thoughts and piercing flesh
ever comes the prayer of death

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Tribute song to The Walking Dead

as we walk through the land of the dying
we lift our hearts and hope
we make it through the night
our faith is slowly dying
in the graves of restless souls
we are wandering
we are faltering
but what keeps us strong inside
the fear of being left behind

i lift my voice and sing
of the hope tomorrow brings
we carry on
we fight to live
we’re not dead
we’re the walking dead

i died long ago
when th light left her eyes
but i keep pushing on
with my babies by my side
we’re all dying
the moment we live
but what keeps us pushing strong
the hope of something more

i lift my voice and sing
of the hope tomorrow brings
we carry on
we fight to live
we’re not dead
we’re the walking dead
we’re not dead
we’re he walking dead
Kasey Hill 10/11/2015

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Transplanal Disposition (yes I made that term up lmao)

When the erroneous and exponential trials of man presents itself to a person, said person begins to contemplate the origins of the universe. Not whether God exists or not but if life continues on after death. To the living surrounding the deceased, the answer is evident, that it does in fact go on as we continue to breathe and function without said deceased. However, when you separate time and space from the equation, one finds that those left behind were left in death, and one who died continues to live on. In the earthly plane, once said person is born they are inevidently born into death for that is the foreshadowed outcome of the future. Once said person’s life leaves the corporeal body, said person finds themselves existing in a different way on a different plane. In simpler terms, you leave one reality (realm/dimension) for another. Transplanal disposition is the correct term of usage when formulating this hypothesis. Just as ascended masters aren’t “dead,” those who die really aren’t dead either. Breaking it down into actual dimensions, there are six dimensions with the human bodied beings existing in the 3rd dimension. Those dimensions existing over six are called the spiritual realms/dimensions (9th being the existence of Extra terrestrials concluding some hypothesis of the alien-angel nature). Without leaping into dimensional and planar break down, one can conclude that just because the breath of life ceases to rise in one’s lungs does not mean said deceased is dead, but,, however, existing and vibrating on a higher level of consciousness and dimension. The ones living and breathing are those that are in fact “dead.”

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Wake up world

How I wish I could go back

Back to the days when things were simple

The golden years of childhood

When I would pick the dandelion furs

And truly believed my wish would come true

When I would blow them all from the flower head

Back to the days of hopscotch and four square

Not a care in the world

A worry free time

The only troubles that bothered me were the impending whippings from acting out

The only worries that ran through my mind

Were if it was going to rain on a summer day

Or if my favorite ice cream had been demolished

Back to the days of happiness and smiles

Where everything delighted my heart

And nothing could bring my dreams down

Oh to go back to the days of bliss and carelessness

Where mistakes made didn’t come at such a high cost

Where family meant together forever

Oh to go back to the days of barrettes and braids

The beautiful strands of hair woven together so gently, so preciously by my mother

Those were the days of smiles and not tears

Of hopes and not fears

Of goals and not obstacles

Of triumphs and not troubles

Those were the days of my young life

Of my early childhood

So much simpler than now

Scraping by day to day

Wondering where my next meal might come from

What house I’m going to float to to stay

Oh how I wish to go back to those days

But what adulthood has taught me

Wishes are for children

Hopes are for optimists

Goals are for the overly ambitious

And triumph is only for those who have it handed to them

Real adults never know what its like

To be happy like they were as kids

Real adults live in the real world

Not the reality our immature minds created as an illusion

A delusion

To make it through this world called Life

Wake up world

This is life!

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