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- - - SWEETEST MISERICORDIA - - -
She laid me to rest on a cold full moon night
My utter delight for an everlasting sleep
Was disturbed by a deep rumble from the pits
A voice talking shit of seraphim that weep
She designed my damnation
For a chance at salvation
With a pact in sacrificial blood
Wilt scarlet stained carnations
And burn them for cremation
All in the glorious name of God
I feel her suckling from my wasted veins
And she left a stain like her late midnight bed
Room sessions of sweet head giving debauchery
If only it was me, she’d rather fuck the dead
She fucks the dead
Sweetest Misericordia
Take my blood, my offering
And bless me with suffering
My... Sweetest Misericordia
Unabashed, she straddles my withering corpse
‘fore vampiric courts masturbate to decay
Turning blue into grey flesh condemned to Hell
Reanimate spells storm through the darkest days
She designed my damnation
For a chance at salvation
With a pact in sacrificial blood
I brace for the duration
And one more last temptation
All in the glorious name of God
She pumps away at the meat of the matter
When juices splatter upon her naked vein
The stroke of her reigns dripping with undead cum
Is this truly love when she leaves me drained
I feel empty
Sweetest Misericordia
Take my blood, my offering
And bless me with suffering
My... Sweetest Misericordia
She cums when the bells toll
Behold the blackest soul
Necrogasmic magic
Surges from her cunt
Bestowed by lordly hosts
She designed my damnation
For a chance at salvation
With a pact in sacrificial blood
Wilt scarlet stained carnations
And burn them for cremation
All in the glorious name of God
Sweetest Misericordia
Take my blood, my offering
And bless me with suffering
My... Sweetest Misericordia
She designed my damnation
For a chance at salvation
With a pact in sacrificial blood
I brace for the duration
And one more last temptation
All in the glorious name of God
Sweetest Misericordia
Take my blood, my offering
And bless me with suffering
My sweet...
Sweestest Misericordia
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 27th Jan 2016
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Anonymous
27th Jan 2016 5:26am
Hades. . .this is the reason I consider you the King Of Darkness. . .Is there anything you can't poem ~ not that I'm complaining?. . .From the beginning of this piece down to the last drib of the ink, I was enthralled. . .So many stellar lines, and the repeated lament just added to the overall tone. . .The only sadness I harbor [when reading (your) poems of this caliber] is that the audience is failing to listen but I guess it is almost fair to say that I, "Devlin" am a True Hardcore Fan of yours, and I guess that should be all that matters [to me]. . .much love & respect to you, Frank. . .~always, Devil~lyn.
27th Jan 2016 5:33am
Your loyalty to me is truly touching. I've thought for a while now that the doom and gloom were pushing others away but they're the one who are missing out. I'm trying to tap into a richer vein of darkness and knowing that you and a few others are along for the ride makes it all worth it.
Anonymous
27th Jan 2016 5:50am
Well stated, Hades!
