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Seldom Set For Crucifixion
written by maledeth05:04 PM 12/10/04Death..it's all I covet in one breath.
As talltale of supremacy, My disguised set of cruel vanity.
Death. Yours imperative in eyes so infernal, it stirs my senses.
In chemical high antic, crucified up high in black metal fences.
To whom this concerns in evident abhorration.
To whom may be the cadaver that bleeds all life.
You shall be my insignificant obliteration.
Worlds run red as I expend serenity from this knife.
In ebony umbrage.
Thee Tempest in my heart, so cruelly goes.
The story runs and turned, the page.
Fickle man that spurred irrate!
Seldom set for crucifiction....to depart my words, undone in execution. To become a myth of fury....
To become a myth of fool.
To become death, in languid tongue.
To become the messiah of the murdered, To become depiction of the fucked!!!
Nightly and just, the air so wickedly lean.
Christly and fucked, the faith of the holy obscene.
In darkness, we stand. Gothic demands, of archaic obscurity lore.
For death with no love. Hatred:above. We rally the call for red gore!
"Our souls are beared down for the angel of death."
Let's kill the insignificant in frantic uprise!
To commit ourselves to their worthless demise!
Useless and disdained, we smirk at the fattening fucks!
Show them the path to their heaven. Perhaps reached with some luck!
I pity them.....
Oh! Fuck them all!!!!!
In ebony outrage.
Thee tempest in my heart so cruelly blows...
The tale is done and the dead are fucked.
Seldom set for crucifiction. |
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