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Immolation
Slice
A sacrifice
Tonight
The time is right
The moon is bright
The Gods will listen to the last gasps of life
Accept the gory price
Writ in rivulets of blood
pink as purple loosestrife
Rising like a flood
Staining grey stone
Standing circles alone
Counting crushed bones the chosen one moans
Fortelling long winter, famine, war
and corpses fly blowen
A sacrifice
Tonight
The time is right
The moon is bright
The Gods will listen to the last gasps of life
Accept the gory price
Writ in rivulets of blood
pink as purple loosestrife
Rising like a flood
Staining grey stone
Standing circles alone
Counting crushed bones the chosen one moans
Fortelling long winter, famine, war
and corpses fly blowen
Published 13th Apr 2023
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13th Apr 2023 3:24pm
Not sure of the meaning
seemingly floods of blood
creeping seeping upward a flood
into your lungs choking desperate
for attention
just one cut but no one listens
Only the reflection of your soul glistens in the distance
seemingly floods of blood
creeping seeping upward a flood
into your lungs choking desperate
for attention
just one cut but no one listens
Only the reflection of your soul glistens in the distance
13th Apr 2023 6:51pm
I like the style, you should put it out there - I see you haven't submitted anything yet
