Odium

Odium

As i approach my throne of death
i see where i left off
If i live another life
remind me of this grief

In a world where no one cares
I died a worthy man
Full of vanquished thoughts and screams
Will i live to die again

Do these things ever run out
Will i ever stop my existence
Contemporary is my flesh like music of today
Ancient is my soul as is the water on the earth

Odium

Morgoth?

No, by me, Naberus

Its gotta rhyme!

No it doesn't. Poetry does not require that.
Worse than those that don't know, are those that do not care.

I like it. Yeah.