That Within Blood Ill‐Tempered

Rest assured... This is sincere This is true Let this be my writ of misanthropy To a thankless world of men Who have perfected nothing Save the art of accusation Woe is he that feels compelled to pen Even one word of hatred I know the hate within passion With which I love is a travesty Let this writ acknowledge these facts How I miss the warmth of red blood... The color of pitch is cold and hard And its merciless to the tenderhearted How I miss the strength of red blood... Its susceptibility to burn jet And the might to withstand a brutal scorching How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood To the gross advantage... This blood must not go to waste All is not yet lost Take these words of blood ill-tempered Take these words and Cut deep Lacerate the soiled flesh Impact the brittle bone And we all will bleed together May this blood pave the way to solution.. We have all been so wrong Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard Communication and behavior Reason is clouding Hearts are hardening And the result is murder This age is grave bound Likewise its aging successors Aging, all the while, descending - Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos Life among hyenas and asps under vultures That pick at the corpses of the fallen And man will continue to suffer unto itself Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example Chaos must succumb to order Lest these days be numbered I cannot contribute to disarray I simply cannot relate Let this be my act of defiance Let this be my refusal to fit in Let this be my writ of misanthropy...

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Without pretension With a sweet chill down my spine... For a time the clouds lift And what I have resigned to thinking barren Does bear fruit If I am to die - If I must die I must inspire while I live Alongside the dreamers Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams I surrender all. All I have give: To those who survived life's thorns And provided escape To those, whos creations live forever To those that wrote the words Though my knees become weak I will cause my foot another step To carry the task And to those that understood There is a need for faith And a need for hope Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams As with the brightest and the wisest I know the need of faith, hope and dreams I burn for visions and inspiration, for this is life If perchance I am dreaming Please, let me sleep To spend my time in great Atlantis In search of Camelot I drink from the grail, and war with the immortals Rather than sulk in the ruins of a fallen sky castle Amidst the remnants of once mighty Colossus Comes this call: Where are the builders? I clearly see the slayers and the hope they destroy I clearly see the thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired Where are the builders? If I am to die - If I must die I must inspire while I live Alongside the dreamers

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

It is truly the perfect being: Its armor is tenfold shields Its teeth, swords Claws in the guise of greeting hands How does it sleep at night This tyrant- Heaping slaves on the pyre Just to watch ambition burn It is truly the perfect being: Its armor is tenfold shields And from its tongue, fire Could any being verily bask in malevolence? As if its indifference might pardon it This Tyrant He is the fatherless With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself Tear it down What can it create? This uninspired muse rules only barren lands It cannot create a thing When the public speaks the truth Simply tear it down Dissent, and smolder Your thoughts are law, Great Dragon Just spare me and mine While I bide my time Knowing you well The enemy Cover may the everymen I show no recoil for A would-be dragon The common man is the consummate dragon - The poorest excuse of a man My chest to shields My teeth to swords My hands to claws And fire... Now we can make war A titan against a titan

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty Left to alighten What once flourished has weathered away And what will not weather I cannot stomach Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar I can keep my lips from trembling While I sever, with regretful hands The strings so carelessly attached to me I can remove the litter of intimacy Alas This will not be the death of me If that which merely tears seldom lasts How can that which breaks ever heal? I would rather bleed than feel I would rather bleed No man can learn the value of his life without pain Yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain And i have a lifetime left to learn Am I not a better man? A man who has grown sound and strong A man who has learned from his misery Am I not a better man? A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel This lasting man of resolve and will Am I not a better man? Or just a bitter man That rots with memories and only grows cold Indeed I have grown cold And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day This day has lasted a lifetime, with an eternity left to lapse Here I am Forsaken just as I forsook the sun A blend of venom and winter - The kiss of frost and poison How I have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful Were the sun to follow bitter examples We would truly know winter Eternally May the sun shine on the forsaken May the sun shine brightly And illuminate our scars

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Brilliance A heart of gold And a voice that whispers "I am wholly miserable." He is the most miserable of men Every word he speaks reeks of failure He has failed where others Have succeeded threefold This failure suffers What is a man That is the source of his own misery... To face a lifelong nightmare Of taunting dreams is unbearable What is this man A dark prophet... A dark prophecy... Suffering knows no end Nor does his appetite for it Opt for the darkest corner and brood Keep closed your eyes Keep turned your back Tomorrow is dead Tomorrow is dead Today is the grave Yesterday he secured a tomb Time has been cruel Why should time be any different than life When tomorrow is dead His shame He will lie between Resentment and regret He shed his grace As certian as a snake sheds its skin Laid waste to a wealth of talent - His curse of being blessed with treasures That just were not gold enough His endless misfortune

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

And this is what shall come to pass A new precept for the world to adopt And this is what the children shall learn... Prepare for the lowest standard Rough diamonds in the palms of fools Unable to give the crucial gift of reason The unwise teaching wisdom The absurd defining priority Fools, unable to give the crucial gift of reason What more can be expected of a child Being a product of the stark worst - Its fathers blood Censure rightly; Make no mistake The ascendants They are veritably criminal Fare thee well Down the random path of chance Godspeed Set sail Against the wind Under the misguiding light of faulty beacons Set sail Against the wind With vices for virtues Dishonor for ethics And excess for etiquette As examples - Such sorry examples And what of the children... Ignorant of it's weight Blind to it's worth Something is terribly amiss When the beauty and the miracle of new life Is nothing but a burden This burden is a life This burden is a child Men without dedication Speaking of truth and loyalty Women without conviction Teaching respect and compassion No And what of the children...

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

This is not my true nature I was not born as what i have come to be To be gentle again... An angel's heart given flight by demon's wings faces certian death Do not let this exterior deceive you I can easily crush your spirit My wounds bleed truth Their voices are caustic And with the words... A nasty sting from aim and precision of fact "How can you be so cruel?" It is not who i am As it is the hate i feel I am a demon A vicious fiend Let me alone I am a demon with a penchant For other's misery I am a demon A vicious fiend Let me alone In peace To be the beast of a man The world has made me I am prepared to fight humanity every day For the rest of my life Albeit, my mind and body Yearn for tranquility People that should earn my love Consistently warrant my hate I truly resent this Breathe easy, friend Let not bitter fruit sour your breath You were once a gentleman When friends fail And mother is gone; When god is silent And mates fall out of love... I still wake to confrontation Alone, and unflinching I am not simply strong I may very well be the strongest man That ever lived

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

The salt from my eyes burn As does the acid of my tongue Might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight Might I unearth the hatchet And put it to proper use My hand is poised, and in fury Only thunder gives me rest Dare me to breathe When I can't catch my breath Sway my temper's balance Only thunder gives me rest

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

This song: I have this song: to sing Certain words must be screamed Rather than be sung or spoken: I am alive and vigorous... ...as they toil without love Fight without purpose And live without passion... I am alive and vigorous In this song: is where i belong Within these moments There are no outsiders Within the body of the song: Time stands still One is all And all is beautiful - The beautiful moment of song and passion We will all sing We will all dance If a human's nature is to war This song: Is a battleground And this voice A weapon One thousand voices - Or trumpet call To arms Passion's promise; True love's reward - A pure expression In truth and sincerity Passion's promise: True love's reward, is this song: What will become of this song:... Pray not a fallen banner Or screamed words to the deaf For life is weary without song, or sound of harps This is a song for the impassioned This is strength for the hearts on sleeves - A shining sentiment where voices soar And melody wells tears in the eyes We will all sing the same song This song Together

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Hear my words that i might teach you Take my arms that i might reach you - That i might reach Straight for your throat This is madness Will we not be satisfied Until we sit drenched in each other's blood? The shame of only two appaling options: A taker of life, of a dead man This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning Love, as vital to life As blood to heart Conquers pain Lest death intrudes by means of it's Flawed emissary, man On this day, saints will be sinners There will be no victors, only bereaved This is why we mourn Leaving the world blind, eye after eye Disease inhabits the environs Famine feeds our gardens Flesh is predisposed to die Death needs no aide We bear blood to where we rest And still we are not sleepless... And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity Her loved one is dead His loved one is dead My loved one is dead Your loved one is dead This is a tragedy

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026