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[title] => D*O*A / DEICIDE.
[time] => 2008-12-28 06:44:05
[hometext] => So let it be-let it come down
[bodytext] => D*O*A / DEICIDE. The death of APOLLO. I killed him, The last thing we need is another Pretty boy spaceman with a head like A frying pan. His moral attitudes furnished, Now he lies vacant & extinguished. This is my confession, My only obsession, To separate the **** from The black earth that feeds it. More than this I claim Those nine nymphs in chains; Lyre & sweet. The muses I defame, I shall feed them on my own meat, & over their master slain, I’ll use them, I’ll refuse them, Infuse my body to them. My fingers shall hunger their souls To fire. I’ll drink the nectar that they inspire. No medicines shall cure the Music from my lyre. Over these arrows I prophesie That I shall indulge in written Homicide. Smite the flocks of Panassus high & starve the herds of Delphi. They dare to moralize. The high-handed impressers, War-whoring Herods, popular infanticide, The oppressors & Satanic magi. Canine cruel coward, Lying at my feet Feel the blood ghosts’ guilt Of this hypocrite retreat. His harem wailing like foul scabby birds For this their little treacherous foul-smelling ****. Let them fly encompass the globe’s girth, & hail this, its newest birth. I have arrived here Let this empire remain, Those gods are dead, Voices, bloody Titans’ freedom. Chaos’ refrain. In the name of my patrons Valhallian giants, Bring upon us the new-born nights. Vanquish new Roman ancient reason With violent opposite treason. (We shall all dance over the rubble Of our modern serfdom, Forming our own visions, Our circles of freedom.) Reassess the world, worship No god. Break the conqueror’s blade, The slave trader’s rod. Dead in the dirt, broken chains Destroy the false word, the pagan Now reigns. Those slaves his lute beguiled & the happy they reviled Dance with me now, over the Corpse I’ve defiled. Rejoice long & feast Over the nature of the beast. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 64 [informant] => incognito_bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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