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F.E.A.S.T
I rip at the flesh and gnaw on the bone
The numbness dissolving things we call home
Agonizing prophets, knife in the back
You paint me with lies so at least paint me black
Fight or flight, day to night
Living with another lie
Feasting once again
Every fucking year
At least let me die
Suffering for nothing
Take whatever comes
Feasting, feasting
F.E.A.S.T
I welcome the spirits of yesteryear
Maggots remain within everything you fear
Devour the rancid scraps that I choose
To serve at your table ‘fore the hangman’s noose
Feasting once again
Every fucking year
At least let me die
Suffering for nothing
Take whatever comes
Feasting, feasting
F.E.A.S.T
To sever the ties
These veins denied
My heartless void
Can’t keep you alive
SO YOU CAN PAINT ME BLACK
Feasting once again
Every fucking year
At least let me die
Suffering for nothing
Take whatever comes
Feasting, feasting
F.E.A.S.T
(c) 2017 Frank Green
The numbness dissolving things we call home
Agonizing prophets, knife in the back
You paint me with lies so at least paint me black
Fight or flight, day to night
Living with another lie
Feasting once again
Every fucking year
At least let me die
Suffering for nothing
Take whatever comes
Feasting, feasting
F.E.A.S.T
I welcome the spirits of yesteryear
Maggots remain within everything you fear
Devour the rancid scraps that I choose
To serve at your table ‘fore the hangman’s noose
Feasting once again
Every fucking year
At least let me die
Suffering for nothing
Take whatever comes
Feasting, feasting
F.E.A.S.T
To sever the ties
These veins denied
My heartless void
Can’t keep you alive
SO YOU CAN PAINT ME BLACK
Feasting once again
Every fucking year
At least let me die
Suffering for nothing
Take whatever comes
Feasting, feasting
F.E.A.S.T
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 24th Nov 2017
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24th Nov 2017 1:41am
my Darkest Lord I greedily feast
from your blackened offering..
fucking fantastic..
"I welcome the spirits of yesteryear
Maggots remain within everything you fear
Devour the rancid scraps that I choose
To serve at your table ‘fore the hangman’s noose"
you get down with your black quill
I bow to the Master..
love Crim
from your blackened offering..
fucking fantastic..
"I welcome the spirits of yesteryear
Maggots remain within everything you fear
Devour the rancid scraps that I choose
To serve at your table ‘fore the hangman’s noose"
you get down with your black quill
I bow to the Master..
love Crim
24th Nov 2017 1:43am
Thank you, Lady Crim. Love you too and I hope you had a great Thanksgiving!
24th Nov 2017 3:12am
Without a doubt, the most brutal description of a feast that I've ever read
24th Nov 2017 3:38am
Anonymous
24th Nov 2017 10:19pm
Love to my King
for not holding back
on those true feelings
we all tend to harbor
on this day.
yours, Devil`lyn
27th Nov 2017 4:11am
I know. Every years gets harder when you try to find a reason to celebrate. Sorry for the late reply, dearest Devil'Lyn.
Infernally yours,
Hades
Infernally yours,
Hades
Anonymous
25th Nov 2017 11:25am
Uneasy vision of never wanting to fuck up your day.
You are the dark Craftsman on here as I read.
You are the dark Craftsman on here as I read.
27th Nov 2017 4:12am
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