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RATS
There’s a riddle in the middle
Of the labyrinth from within
My hellbound heart, thirteen past dark
Minutes of decay
Best left for dead, demons in my head
Show me the path from the grave
To reign with the rats
The king of vermin
Must succumb to this
Most vilest of gifts
To feed on the ghosts
Of yesterday’s rot
Enticing the rats
In a writhing mass
Show me a grand masquerade
Of the devil today
Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical
My feeding frenzy
Engorges myself
Fleshy enticements
For the king of rats
The quivering heart
Beating grimmest tunes
The table of beast
Set forth for the feast
There’s a martyr in the larder
Of grey intestines in session
I died to be deep in head cheese
Putrid in tangles
Of twisted guts, down in a rut
Garroting favored angels
Show me a grand masquerade
Of the devil today
Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical
Thus is my lot in life
On the edge of a knife
Twisting and turning
At the cusp of the light
The hunger for tonight
Feasting and churning
Show me a grand masquerade
Of the devil today
Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Of the labyrinth from within
My hellbound heart, thirteen past dark
Minutes of decay
Best left for dead, demons in my head
Show me the path from the grave
To reign with the rats
The king of vermin
Must succumb to this
Most vilest of gifts
To feed on the ghosts
Of yesterday’s rot
Enticing the rats
In a writhing mass
Show me a grand masquerade
Of the devil today
Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical
My feeding frenzy
Engorges myself
Fleshy enticements
For the king of rats
The quivering heart
Beating grimmest tunes
The table of beast
Set forth for the feast
There’s a martyr in the larder
Of grey intestines in session
I died to be deep in head cheese
Putrid in tangles
Of twisted guts, down in a rut
Garroting favored angels
Show me a grand masquerade
Of the devil today
Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical
Thus is my lot in life
On the edge of a knife
Twisting and turning
At the cusp of the light
The hunger for tonight
Feasting and churning
Show me a grand masquerade
Of the devil today
Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 18th Sep 2017
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18th Sep 2017 10:31pm
"Cloak me in deepest shadow
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical"
damn it my Dark Lord
this is fucking bad ass
I can hear metal to this..
love Crim
With the beasts of below
Bathing in the crimson ooze
The liquid gruesome truth
This black sabbatical
Purely diabolical"
damn it my Dark Lord
this is fucking bad ass
I can hear metal to this..
love Crim
18th Sep 2017 11:22pm
