Hero
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

"I am the pendulum that never settles in to a pattern
and in your hypnosis, you will come to believe
that miracles are sculpted by madmen's hands
and we all died of drowning,
in the womb." Cutter Murdoch
http://www.myspace.com/malakhthefallen

Doom or chaos… choose your weapon,
and sever Medusa’a writhing heads.
The blood at your feet will always
be as fresh as the work of your hands.

Your soul…
your spirit…
Your deeds of conscience…

The heads of monsters, the tales of dragons.
Trophies of discontent, of needful connections
to the evil that drives the bliss… your reason.

To be a hero, you have to slay your friends…
The demons that challenge your sanity…
The devils that seduce your inhibitions…

You love death!
Your best friend, this fatal attraction…
Without this love… you’re useless!

Would you seek a daisy…
you would wither and fall from the vine.
Would you rot at the feet of destiny?
Or claw at the fabric of horror?

Tear at the placenta that suffocates you!
Kick at the heart of your mother…
Stretch and reach for a way out…
Push! Hero… claw the bloody path
into the world that needs you.

The madness you need, the love you will aspire.
Attend to the goodness… the light of your being.
We will be the best of friends, and when my blood
is at your feet from the work of your hands.
You will know evil for what it is.

Come hero… I await…
We will be best friends forever.