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"Hela Rising."
We are the neglected, rejected,
dejected inheritors of this lawless
wild, wild West...
Who not only embrace but perceive
as a virtue, excess...
Which we pursue as a success
Bastard sons of a million whores;
idolatry we adorn
So as she ascends to meet us,
Cthonic Maiden, "Hela," we adore
And into her abode we descend:
no longer men but sub-human beings,
clothed in mans skin
I'll rend my heart...
This worthless desire from my chest
and live out, every kind of fucking
vile-ass sin
This I'll do as I breath and live
dejected inheritors of this lawless
wild, wild West...
Who not only embrace but perceive
as a virtue, excess...
Which we pursue as a success
Bastard sons of a million whores;
idolatry we adorn
So as she ascends to meet us,
Cthonic Maiden, "Hela," we adore
And into her abode we descend:
no longer men but sub-human beings,
clothed in mans skin
I'll rend my heart...
This worthless desire from my chest
and live out, every kind of fucking
vile-ass sin
This I'll do as I breath and live
Published 16th Apr 2014
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16th Apr 2014 10:57pm
17th Apr 2014 8:06am
Thank You Brenda for stopping
by and enjoying what you've read.
More ramblings from the mind of
a man that can't sleep but can
think non-stop. ;-)
Mucho Amore... Pan
by and enjoying what you've read.
More ramblings from the mind of
a man that can't sleep but can
think non-stop. ;-)
Mucho Amore... Pan
17th Apr 2014 2:05pm
We'll only live till we die; it's the way I see it, do it till you can't do it no more.
If your heads too full to sleep, you have to get up and shake a little out.
Like Sand Shot From a Cannon,
So Are the Thoughts from Our Minds
Later Bro.,
R.T.
If your heads too full to sleep, you have to get up and shake a little out.
Like Sand Shot From a Cannon,
So Are the Thoughts from Our Minds
Later Bro.,
R.T.
