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SIX

Spawned from the furies of Persephone’s dementia
The devil between winter’s midnightmare tragedies
Beneath the watchful eye of your next Armageddon
Written on chamber walls among graveyard tapestries

I was born without a name
Well beyond the creator’s reach
And branded with flame
Marked by the number of the beast

six
six
six

The loving embrace of crepuscular pariahs
Caught in a landslide of misanthropic phantasies
Drowning in Stygian waters reserved for dead gods
Returned from the grave by spells of utter blasphemy

I was born without a name
Well beyond the creator’s reach
And branded with flame
Marked by the number of the beast

six
six
six

Bleed upon my stone
Built from broken bone
If I ever had a name
It would be a curse
Who will walk with me
Through the hanging trees?
If you ever say my name
Speak it from the hearse

I was born without a name
Well beyond the creator’s reach
And branded with flame
Marked by the number of the beast

six
six
six

Written by HadesRising
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© 2020 Frank Green
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