The Black Anarchist

Time has given me eternal life

Generations or stolen souls

Suffering, death, and starvation

Amongst the chaos of war

The ravages of disaster

Glorious human tragedy

Bloody, horrific, and terrifying

My legacy will never perish,

I live in the minds of the weak

Feeding on worry and fear

Draining soul after pitiful soul

Driving my message of hatred

Pushing the weakest ones

Until they finally collapse

Or explode with a venomous rage

And again I thrive in the aftermath

My name is known by many

Written in the ancient tomes

Yet spoken only in whispers

I am the Black Anarchist

Darkness walks the lands

Some call me Old Scratch

Demon, Devil, or the Lord of Darkness

Evil my never ending agenda

Despair runs through my veins

My soul; a festering pit of pain

Damaged beyond comprehension

Humanity completely gone

Nothing measurable remains

Only pain and brutality

Do not seek me, for I shall find you

Rat infested corners of filth

These alleyways are my realm

Noisy violent tenements

My jurisdiction of destruction

Feeding grounds for anarchy

Lawlessness and dehumanization

Pain of unimaginable proportion

Women, men, and even children

No one is spared in my quest

Savagery my only mantra

Souls corrupted and collected

Lambs to the slaughter

Feeding my gnawing hunger

Silencing the screaming

No resistance to the torture

A thousand heartbeats silenced

Flesh trampled underfoot

The masses blinded

Facts twisted and distorted

Nightmares the new reality

Innocence dies a slow death

Hope but a plaything

Dangling and then snatched away

Consuming and corrupting

Tempting the youth with false glory

My dark words enticing

Alluring and sinfully mesmerizing

Strangling and constricting

Darkness knows the secrets

And the light will not venture there

Eternity has surrendered time to me

I am forever, I am legion, I am pain

I am the Black Anarchist


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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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