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Mouth Tastes Like A ***** Corpse
Contributed by
wretched_reflections
on
Tuesday, 16th October 2007 @ 10:19:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Taken by force and laced through the snow Cold aching hands ravage their hole Cast the oracle into solitude Don't suffer above her demonic cackles
Laughter kills the air I taste faint empathy between slaughtered breaths But a sting of betrayal in every painful swallow
Watch the forest crumble Devoured by swollen flames Hear the priestess mumble Her corpse burried in the grain Don't you guard her Never wander Aquired loathsome grinning sighs. . .
The freshly blistered earth peels back Harmony sprouts from her rotten grave Transformation left a bitter taste Poison red leaves glisten in the night
Venom ignites surrounding soil She wants to smile I see only daunting guile
Watch the forest crumble Devoured by swollen flames Hear the priestess mumble Her corpse burried in the grain Don't you guard her Never wander Aquired loathsome grinning sighs. . .
Nothing tastes quite so good as pain She's had her fill Traumatized; forever ill
I watch her cry.
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