—<☼>—The Society Of Illuminus Obscura—<☼>—

[Lawrence Berell 226]

The road is paved, the path is set,

In concrete foundations shall we lay our bet.

Of light obsured, blackness revealed,

The surface of our world shall be peeled.

For the new dawn, the Gods o'er thrown,

And Obscure Madness shall claim thine throne.

[Taiga 764]

" To Usurp the throne, from the gods' Grasp.

Make haste, no time elapse.

A quiet order, to stage the planned,

A quiet order, to purge the land.

To war and battle, we must pursue,

To the many lives, that the gods deem due.

We fight for our freedom, away from gods,

Let our future, be judged by laws.

Dabble not in the undead's wars,

Forget so, the Aerulian whores.

Let a path be opened anew by us't,

To obscure the light of gods, we must.

A ballad of sorrow and song,

Let the world suffer not as long.

For the Illuminus Obscura is here to save,

Many a person, from the gods' angry rave.

We fight for rights, not for glory,

To usurp thrones, let us tell our story.

Murder Kings, pillage land,

To carry out what has been planned.

Purge the world of gods' influence,

And they shall cheer for their absence.

[Lawrence Berell 226]

And in this purging shall they lie,

Of innocence, ignorence, people shall die.

For the Gods strike thunder, the shatter, the climb;

A rising cresendo, into a dine.

Whilst we fight, we stand and pray;

To the God in irony, to force them into this play.

(( note: My poems aren't official, but I'm bored and want to provide Simon with ideas for his official ones ))

[Taiga 764]

" For the gods' pleasure never ends,

A task he bestows, the people append.

To appease his desire, to laugh whilst we weep,

To maim and harm, the children in sleep.

The peoples in prayer, to the gods they do hope,

In come the people, where the servants elope.

The ones who have climbed, to reach near god-hood, one-in-line,

The ascended arrive, when servant and man entwine.

To complete their missions, of freeing the world,

Is naught but a ruse, the veil do unfurl.

To bring false hope, idiots and lies,

All leading ultimately, to our demise.

All to appease the gods', our empty prayers unite,

To a god, no one wishes to fight."

[Lawrence Berell 226]

An Apothesis divine, the Hand shall speak,

O' what merriment will reach, will peak?

For the Body, the Soul, the man's own essence,

Shall fade, falter, in the divine God's presence.

Unless it's obscured, delayed and halt'd.

For any wrongdoings, we are not the faulted.

The Obscure Hand, it speaks, it rhymes,

For we tell the story of the corrupt divines.

[Taiga 764]

"But fear them not, my young friend,

In the battle, one shall seek their end.

The Illuminus he so speaks,

Obscurum, second, he peeps.

To obscure the light of tyrannical rule,

For the people, from the water he pulls.

Followers and monks, devoted to one task,

To topple the scales, to tip the flask.

An uprising they plan, to relinquish the light,

And a'gainst the gods', show them might.

Sap their power, the prayers and pleas,

To snap the strings that control us, all is at ease.

To rule our own future, forget the divines,

Armies will form, line by line by line.

Whomever opposes us, they too shall fall,

To uphold our force, to those with the gall.

The worshipers, the followers, even gods, we shall raze.

Unto to end, the end of our days.

And should you oppose, the might of the Faith,

Your screams shall be heard, unlike a wraith.

But fear not, for you are the key,

To the Illum, our success and victory."

[Lawrence Berell 226]

The screams are like music; the tyrants they feed,

Isn't it enough, all shall bleed?

And in this maiming, a spark, a hope?

Surely the Hand's own body has spoke?

It talks of a future, the vision is bold,

For it is the God's who chill cools the soul.

But onto Obscura, for that is thine subject,

Maybe, who knows, the Gods might just forget?

And then we can relax, the deed prac'icly done,

But does all that make us invun'?

For they never forget, we feed them, they chime,

A Piper's sweet music, leading us to finalè time.

[Taiga 764]

" A sorrowful tune, the muses play,

The bodies of dead, the gods' have thrown other in the fray.

Bodies of dead, mind of livened,

Soul as corrupt as the mud is dampened.

The two clash, both gods in the fray,

The slaves beckon for us to play.

Our limbs torn, our minds weak,

Their future lies there, cold and bleak.

None of them realize, of their lost cause,

As they take their final breaths, their hearts do pause.

Is it until death, they do see,

The gods wish for no harmony.

For they wish for darkness, war and strife,

Snuff'd out as collateral, devoid of life.

Will they differ and make amends,

Or shall the world seek their ends.

People of faith, they do turn,

Until the world rots and burns."

[Lawrence Berell 226]

And so ends the playtime, the toys put away;

Maybe another battle, some other day?

But now is not the place, the time, the space;

Watch us, as we overthrow the God we replace.

Iblees is nothing, Aeriel is dead.

And the God's shall be displayed, just their heads.

On a platter, or a spike, the Shepard cares not,

But eventually- wait, can the Gods rot?

Because if they can, their souls shall escape,

And new Obscurity shall watch as we wait.

[Zarsies 6035]

So...many..AWESOME POEMS! >:D

[Taiga 764]

Let the rhymes continue...

[susitsu 870]

Let the rhymes continue...

STOP THE DAMN RHYMING!!!

[Taiga 764]

It is creative thinking, let it not fade.

[Lawrence Berell 226]

Si', your go.

[susitsu 870]

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