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SCATTERED THOUGHTS OF A MISANTHROPIC MIND
There is nothing behind the veil of the black widow
But worship of the deadly drug induced without remission
Peel away the skin and lace the stitches around the idol
I smile at the parody of your treacherous confession
Lost amid the midnightmare labyrinth solvents
Burning with incense reeking of decay aggression
Crucified upon a tainted cross stained with martyr laments
I smile at the heresy of your beautiful possession
Bury alive all your promises and empty hopes
Heaven denied all your vomited scriptures and tropes
The stars align to curse hapless fuck fairy tales
And scars reprise every darkness shrouded ghoul in Hell
Blasphemy and flattery seems too good to be true
Speak your tongue sharply within the throes of your addiction
Pushing down into the shadows til demons become subdued
I smile at the sodomy of your delicious incisions
Enhancing the gloom with black candles and caskets
Left wide open to serenade the dead straight to perdition
Show me the way to Heaven through fields of slaughtered masses
I smile at the heresy of your beautiful possession
Bury alive all your promises and empty hopes
Heaven denied all your vomited scriptures and tropes
The stars align to curse hapless fuck fairy tales
And scars reprise every darkness shrouded ghoul in Hell
Beneath the candle light
Is a chosen blight
Malice and her bodice
Surely rolling the dice
Who ever will skull fuck
The bitch of a thousand cuts
Slicing neatly ‘cross throats
Murdering the cowl
Upon Charon’s boat
Lead me down the Styx afoul
Rivers of blood will pour over on eager whores
To death and his caress and bitter loving breath
Raise themselves on altars primeval and unaltered
Succumb to devil shows hardcore and obscene
The screams from below echo in you in beneath
The candle light is a chosen blight
Malice and her bodice surely rolling the dice
Who ever will skull fuck the bitch of a thousand cuts
Slicing neatly ‘cross throats murdering the cowl
Upon Charon’s boat lead me down the Styx afoul
Bury alive all your promises and empty hopes
Heaven denied all your vomited scriptures and tropes
The stars align to curse hapless fuck fairy tales
And scars reprise every darkness shrouded ghoul in Hell
Bury alive all your promises and empty hopes
Heaven denied all your vomited scriptures and tropes
The stars align to curse hapless fuck fairy tales
And scars reprise every darkness shrouded ghoul in Hell
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 30th Apr 2017
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Anonymous
30th Apr 2017 1:33am
``Misanthropic`` ink, my King ... no mind compares,
much less, your pen ... love you, yours Devil`lyn
30th Apr 2017 3:17am
thank you, dearest Devlin. I am nothing but bleak when it comes to the human race.
30th Apr 2017 2:20am
"Beneath the candle light
Is a chosen blight
Malice and her bodice
Surely rolling the dice
Who ever will skull fuck
The bitch of a thousand cuts
Slicing neatly ‘cross throats
Murdering the cowl
Upon Charon’s boat
Lead me down the Styx afoul"
my Darkest Lord you ever the Master of the dark arts I bow to you..
love Crim
Is a chosen blight
Malice and her bodice
Surely rolling the dice
Who ever will skull fuck
The bitch of a thousand cuts
Slicing neatly ‘cross throats
Murdering the cowl
Upon Charon’s boat
Lead me down the Styx afoul"
my Darkest Lord you ever the Master of the dark arts I bow to you..
love Crim
30th Apr 2017 3:18am
