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Blood Spattered Epiphany
written by maledeth05:23 AM 12/3/04Spattered upon cryptic journal caligraphy,
Suffering red riddle motive and memory.
All they found is secret writing...
Upon dripping books of crimson death.
My thoughts remain unknown, they will not prod out satanic vanity.
As left, are wounds made of perfect shim.
To level out my inexistence.
In masochistic sin, they won't find my definitive.
I weep in succession! They cry in confusion of my path to follow blowing winds.
Guiding me to gilded paradise, contaminated in pagan grip.
This secret undefined and left to die with only I.
Ellipsis meant to trifle truth to bloody skies.
As they describe violent incense to darkened Lords!
I remain the ominous to figure and alone to follow paradise!!!
A serpentine had tempt me to devour thy forbidden fruit of Eden.
I frilled in heavenly intrigue for the virgin tree of life...
I ravaged on the trough as I reveled in my death feat.
And soon realized forbidden life is much more sweet. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Well..there ya go..comment..try to understand it...and...if you're christian, mind to tell me what you bastards think.
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