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The Lion's Gate opens...
Yawning as a maw
This Gathering erupts
-nearly deafening the arouse-
Cock of men grow erect from their thirst for blood pouring out their mouths
Tonight's dying one....
Life slipping away down to the last strands
Widening black irises eclipsing now fading twin suns
The Eon of Children that bled through the night
Every soul I meet seems to have a dark side that runs ten deep miles inside
Yawning as a maw
This Gathering erupts
-nearly deafening the arouse-
Cock of men grow erect from their thirst for blood pouring out their mouths
Tonight's dying one....
Life slipping away down to the last strands
Widening black irises eclipsing now fading twin suns
The Eon of Children that bled through the night
Every soul I meet seems to have a dark side that runs ten deep miles inside
Published 5th Mar 2011
| Edited 28th Mar 2011
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5th Mar 2011 3:37am
Powerful! It works on more than one level. It brings to mind the ancient practice of throwing Christians to the lions. But at a metaphorical level it evokes the passion men feel for their lovers both male and female. Because when you give in to the passion of love making your life, in a way, really does fade away.
