The Shining

Outlined shadows create the illusion

By itself the mastery of perfection

Together with the second phase of dimension, involuntarily psychotic

Welcome to the world of the unjust

Where the righteous lie within their own hand dug graves

That being of mental or physical self

Can you hear the cry of the crow, it shrieks

Noise level into the unbearable degrees of decibels

Seething the soothing point of ground zero

The eternal destiny of the magnificent

As the select few are chosen for their assignments

Cast the spell and liquidate into the everlasting infernal

Where demons of darkened pasts refuse to surrender

While the angels of life sound the trumpets

Agreeing in unison as the wings of metal attack

Swish, swash in the air they design the lines

Submarines submerge from the depths of the unknown

Relaying the message of the conqueror

The spoken words of his majesty’s glee

Shining infinitely to the crowd’s sorrowful sinners

Repeating the language that was yet spoken

But is now known as … the common word

See the army of rebellion gasp its last breath

As the master planner inevitably triumphs its win

To know the outcome … is to be what is not

For the truth of the matter is shown within the shining.