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Wooden Planks Between Us
The sun goes to hide behind the mountains
I stand and ponder in the coming rain
The spot where the earth is broken
So many years ago in open pain.
My Druidess , once lived so fair
In the morning sun’s glare.
Thought of as a wicked witch
And locked under the stairs.
Smother the lover
Of a brother to the other
Hovering God.
Chains were prepared for her
Solid silver to fight against the fur
Of the on coming beast
She will cleansed by God’s word.
Lashed to the stake, earth starts to shake
Her eyes seemed to be on the lake.
Our splendid time on the shore
They brought the torch, my legs start to quake.
Burial of a serial
Ariel in biblical
Sabbaticals
Now, in the dark, I can see the churn
My heart begins to burn
Tearing it’s way from my chest
With bare hands, the earth I turn.
My succubus, beneath wooden planks
From the tomb, the smell of rot and rank
With a stone, I shattered the coffin
Her charred face grins as if in prank
She reaches me, eases me
Down with a tease
So she can feed
I stand and ponder in the coming rain
The spot where the earth is broken
So many years ago in open pain.
My Druidess , once lived so fair
In the morning sun’s glare.
Thought of as a wicked witch
And locked under the stairs.
Smother the lover
Of a brother to the other
Hovering God.
Chains were prepared for her
Solid silver to fight against the fur
Of the on coming beast
She will cleansed by God’s word.
Lashed to the stake, earth starts to shake
Her eyes seemed to be on the lake.
Our splendid time on the shore
They brought the torch, my legs start to quake.
Burial of a serial
Ariel in biblical
Sabbaticals
Now, in the dark, I can see the churn
My heart begins to burn
Tearing it’s way from my chest
With bare hands, the earth I turn.
My succubus, beneath wooden planks
From the tomb, the smell of rot and rank
With a stone, I shattered the coffin
Her charred face grins as if in prank
She reaches me, eases me
Down with a tease
So she can feed
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