The king is dead Now, who shall lead sans fail, to be King of all England and Wales?! (News reaches the anxious townsfolk Under night’s star-studded dark cloak) Ah, Praises be unto he whom we shall soon hail: He who hath unsheathed Excalibur—— Divine now, the sword-bearer; He who shall betroth the crown: Arthur!

Branches on the tree of life Snapping with the gale of change Postmortem paroxysm Somedays I feel I could lift the mountains Others, I am crushed by the weight of the sands Of borrowed time—passing by (and I do often sigh) The score has evened For the odd among The waves Who sway...

Hey, old man Merlin  Spell-caster and king  Among enchanters  Among the Welsh Your cauldron filled with innards and milt Witchcraft in Cymraeg tongue in lowlands who have sung [Chorus]: King wizard with the lizard innards (x4) Rat king cobras  And incense colored mauve Burning green flames  Incantations made from blood drawn by blade Weaver of the carnal, like a loom with thread  Cloth-maker of spell-crafts  epeat of Chorus] Robe of exotic silk  Cloaking flowers mid-in-wilt  Conjuration through elixirs  Transmuting the concrete from the absurd  Old Druid Briton  Celtic pagan Magician  Drown in the beauty of the lady  Her eyes reflect her lake Soon your soul she’ll take... [Second Narrator’s Perspective:] “Your fate-to asphyxiate  And greet the final gate.” (Epilogue)

Society has collapsed like castles made of rust Eternity of everlasting agony in post-apocalyptic disharmony and dust War machines crumbling like sand through the spaces between fingers Of a fist clenched with transient rage As depression keeps us at bay as useless bystanders (our screams are the dirge) Soon sempiternally silenced... —Sliced up and served Divided and conquered. ... There is no God.

Өргөн уудам тал нутгаас хайр минь илүү!

"Attach a name to a loved one, they become harder to forget, or to overcome their death. The loss thereof becomes unbearable, for their existence now had more intrinsic meaning; the association becomes forever ingrained, everlastingly. The same goes for killers; attach a name to the murderer, and you will never forget their face. The association is forever ingrained, everlastingly." Sylvester: “…So, now you’ve heard some of my poetry, The streams of sanguine consciousness flowing From the arterial tissues of my mind. I’ve gone mad trying to tread the line, But now I have one foot in the genius, And the other in the insanity, I find. Allow me to explain what happened and why I am whom I am.” I found the paradise lost  As schizophrenia took me through Dante’s inferno  And I became acquainted with the circles below  In my Morbid dreams  All began when I was young  The first time I heard the song  The noises of excoriations  Forcing me into fetal positions  Injustices against my young flesh  Took their toll on my mental health  And the only escape I could find  Was to run away deep into my mind  The first few times I was met with glares  Morphed me into someone scared  Then, every single time I would breathe  My heart palpitated and I’d get no empathies  So I learned to bury beneath in me  The horrors I was forced to keep in secrecy  Implications that I would be slashed and bruised  Should I stand up for myself and dare refuse  19 long years and I’ve grown into a product of my fears  Cultish parental figures knew to trigger my tears  And used them accordingly whenever they pleased  Even if I tried to relax and put my mind at ease  Psychosis set in when I was only a teen  The only road I could hope to roam free  Now welcome to my padded cell  But at least I’m liberated from that hell For you see, The rage I carried from years of agony and hatred    Erupted like a great hellfire and incinerated  The liars who were my father and mother Burning the mountainside in majestic fire  Arson and their dying screams  I took great pleasure in, for I was finally free  There is no god.  Sincerest regards,  Sylvester Volodymyrovich Hahn. 

Chewing grapes so sour, spit turns to vitriol  Because out of the grasp was the thrill of it all -A lust unattainable, infatuation unsustainable  Rejection means to face the facts  There are qualities sorely lacked  But which refused to be admitted  Behaviors dismissed and acquitted  By a broken conscience  In entitlement complex  Thinking: The world owes the pauper  With nothing to reciprocate  Besides feigned kindness  Which as quickly turns to hate As poison flowers in the garden  Unquenchable thirst of Tantalus Demanding juice of the forbidden fruit  Of Aphrodite. 

“Restless last dance before doomsday  When’s it coming? I’m inclined to say  I wouldn’t know if I’ll never see the snow  Again or await the nuclear winter’s bitter throe” Die, die, don’t you dare cry  I can’t explain the pain in my mind  Paranoid schizophrenia to whom I succumb  My heart stops beating and my body falls numb...