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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.11.21.28.12628]] |
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Howl, yon dogs; rattle, snakes; crystalline become the marrow as a fitting sacrifice, Ribcage and legs spread just for her as everyone before, come, suck you dry twice. Head left, now right; the cinema in session as you sleep, rocket horror; picture slow, Last thing they said as you kicked them aside was a boomerang when least ye know. Rain-dancin', backstabbin', fleetfooted refuse joining common curses for single good, Betting of the strengths in numbers, declare not ever one remains even if she would. Now we ridin' on a train to Armageddeon, lookin' at flames lickin'; incineratin' tongue, Conductor got the mark of your beast on her chest from where you tore it, far-flung. Charon's demandin' one mo' reap than you sowed; ain't gonna pass this off for Hell, Just like a ferryman's sense o' humor to give yo' ass back to one you scorched well. Banshees cacklin', spinnin' 'round y' head like halos, joinin' hands, let games begin; Respondin' with finger you wrapped 'em 'round; you done 'em once, you do it again. Ain't a conflict here no more; fist of indignance tore the bars of conscience long ago, And if the canine found the vein biting free of imprisonment just bleed and let it flow. Sneer, growling soul; proud, gaping hole; powder's packed where love once reigned, Think I'm gonna have me a taste of another addiction because the last one's drained. Neither captured nor enraptured, oh no, got the antidote for her venom, here you go, Take a lil' piece of their hate, incinerate; carefully open hand, on my command, blow. |