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"Whoraphims, Winged Impurity"
written by maledeth08:58 AM 3/9/05"Whoraphims, Winged Impurity.
Felicity.
No winged bitch holds desperately.
Even through God's purgery, they never carved themselves true smile.
What the swindlers come to take. The precious rarity sainted.
My vanity, golden wrapped with amethyst of rhines.
Only mine, never yours for thy taking. Thee stabwounds in heart, chronic pains as well shaking.
My reminder for distrust from they. Thine putrid domestic.
No vestals for pointing, but virgins of defensive.
What is it you want to snatch from my penumbra hands?
Starve me from wisdom. Your pitiful plans.
You shunt out one's core, Now you're best of the brand!?!?
Empty as the top-side of hourglass sand.
Now time is ticking, granule by vast.
Gather thy throng, and manipulate mass!
Insult us in Hell, while on cloud you will pass!
No wonder our truths you could never last.
Lo' whoraphims pompous panacea, for no one's grand cure.
Your whoredom consumes us with idol-less blurred.
Where monolith halls followed catafalque walls,
In spite we all fell to pretentious so sure.
They come in desperate, scorning thy "wrong"
As long as voices inherited throngs.
And whilst they sang their heavenous tune,
I still behold my infernal amethyst rune. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Read, you bastards!!! Same goes for you, russian raghead Boris. Hope you like it..and fathom it as much as possible....take it in, audience.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Wobble (4-5-2005 - 09:47 AM)
| *is amazed* ur poems are too good |
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