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Celestial Infested
written by maledeth06:55 AM 1/7/05The cries will come in plentyful passion!
I hold thy fever with a gun.
Forever taming the depict of my rotting flesh as son.
Thy father, derelict. Now he aids in infectious eyes.
Forever and dearly with dictation of love.
I shunt out horrored minds to accept grievance.
And make the void possible for the creation of hurt.
In dying words of earth that man had attested plight!
I'll stand in holy tales of doom as thy good book had detested night!
My celestial wounds, infested with the slander of God.
The curse in plain utterance burns my faith with tyranny.
Like the coldest act, the vicious bite of most rabid of dogs.
As yet to call them pure, by the means of heavenly...
Heavenly....
They all die with all hands reaching high.
As all great messiahs had one truth to deny.
No longer willing sane, I become the murderous vain.
As I ushered through my foggy head, and found the giving way.
"To death and back, we shall lack thy purity.
Absurd to follow pathless virtue, we have found demised serenity."
I claim the walls to be, confines of the mind to the wicked and blind.
My celestial wounds, infested with the slander of years.
I set aside my fears.
And give way to hell on Earth. |
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Back writing....hope it stays that way...haven't wrote much in a while.
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