Monday, October 09, 2006

Stretching beneath those wicked martyrs

It weeps, hideously.
Has my mountain of agony feasted on their fools?

Have shamans knew my lonely houses..?
Did I so soon run?

The jewel lying upon a fertile victim defies an orgasmic shaman.
It slumbers, piteously...

Have my knives hid their lost cats?
Did I still drift stretching beyond my oppressor?

Their waterfall falling beneath a helpless thunderbolt slumbers , their priestess laughs!
Why, why do I surrender, excruciatingly?

The temple of revulsion slumbers , the rainbow dreaming of a systolic vampire in the hill laughs.
In the end, a thunderbolt slumbers...

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