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Walls Of Rotting Flesh
written by maledeth10:02 AM 1/10/05And I slam my head against the sinew.
Putrid and vile bleeding veins.
I gather up all ethereal.
Running through for the same.
As the smell lingers like a scent,
I've sensed it once before, I believe.
The smell of spoiled cunt caressed,
to the point of bloody walls appeased.
I run through distant horrors,
And can't explain the dream I tried.
As I now realize as nightmare,
There is no need to confide...
Bloody walls close upon me....trapping.
Walls of rotting flesh!!!!!
As I've stolen the sweetest core of purity,
the flesh rots like a fruit slit form it's source.
It ascends hell upon insecurity.
A scene for snuff star princesses and whores!
Scrape, my head upon the walls.
Rest, my back to the blood of caress.
Red, are these labryinth cunt halls.
These sacred walls of rotting meat.
Walls of rotting flesh!
Erotic and catastrophic. |
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Some random poem about more religious heresy....comment if you understand it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (1-10-2005 - 10:29 AM)
| you need to make the poem & tile more interesting make it really funny |
by maledeth (1-11-2005 - 06:32 AM)
| Yeah...funny....heh(what in the...?) |
by Genocide Reaper (1-25-2005 - 10:44 PM)
| I would say that I understand it my friend, and I love it. |
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