A few more poems

I know, I know. I don’t know how to write poetry. But what to do if I like this business? Clearly, continue to do it. But sometimes, I want to release my „creations”, to court. What I decided to do, once again. So, sir, get four more of my poems.
The first so, the rest under the spoilers. To, more or less, it looks normal.

Lights burn, smoke pours up in clubs.
Here the spirits of evil – mocking the fools.
Calling bells everywhere, he convenes all slaves,
And the crash promises, for all his enemies ..

Oh, this is hell! Where is the death of the Lord of the world,
Suddenly the mortal honored the feast.
And his feast, not a paradise for carnal pleasures,
Only a field, a field for battles ..

Suddenly the world staggered, there was a ringing ..
Then went into battle – all the hells of the legion!
Thunder swords, there is a battle,
All people fell after a moment ..

It would seem that there is no more hope,
We will not see the light anymore ..
But it is clear to us of all the legends,
That there is no victory – without suffering.

Good, always – stronger than evil.
Once, we punish our enemy.
Let it not now, not in our time,
Perhaps not our seed ..

But the human race, will return this world again.
https://mindepositcasino.co.uk/double-bubble-slot/ />And we, in heaven, will arrange a feast ..
With everyone – who was the brothers to us,
With everyone – who has forgiven our defeat ..

Winged creatures fly around,
Forming by by itself – a magic circle.
And now a corpse will appear from the grave,
A vile worm will crawl, from his lips ..

Clouds parted before the moon,
And there was a loud howl.
That wolf, will conquer from the embroidery,
Overlapping the whisper of silence ..

The owner of the night will flut up,
Fear, overcomes his eyes!
The wind will blow out on all sides,
The dead man gives praise to heaven!

He will send a bastard to the forefathers!
The dead man steps – in bloody traces!
Lightning beat on the cross,
He will meet the victim in the forest!

Today his killer will die:
“He will not save him, nothing. „
For the horror, he was convicted for a long time.
And now, his punishment:

Die,
Who once, he knew how his father.
And now he sees in him, only the executioner.
That revenge will make a laugh.

Your soul is an ice fragment.
From the heart, there was no trace of ..
Your gaze is as if empty.
Your eyes, left the stamp of madness ..

Your words will make my spirit to freeze,
And the heart will break me – to dust and fluff ..
Eyes will open to me again,
But they will overshadow them again ..

Your mouth, somehow whisper to me,
What again, all our feelings will come to life ..
And I, the stupid of the fools,
I’ll get to your catch again.

This world is mired in vice and debauchery,
In it, everyone remembers only the blat.
In it, the power runs the fate of people,
Suppressing everyone and everything, including judges. (like whores)

People will condemn me – ready to be worried about the lay,
I know my alignment for sure.
My world is completely different:
The truth and peace rules it.
Only I am the creator of my fate,
I don’t need all these lousy prayers,
Pretense, flattery!
And other nasty things … (of which they cannot be counted)
My world: neither joyful – but not without row.
My world: truly great!

P.S forgot to say that I’m not in the wretches with punctuation. So I apologize, for my illiteracy.