Carcass
Contributed by
kane
on
Friday, 21st January 2011 @ 07:05:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Stand beneath a boiling hot shower for an hour,
Scream at the top of my lungs to let the demon out,
But it won't go,
For it is my soul trapped within this flesh and blood,
Upon my death it is then that the true face will be known,
Until then it is random acts of chaos on the docket today,
Setting of a bomb in the middle of Times Square,
Or high jacking a plane in mid air
Bringing death to your door,
I only ask the Father, “Please give me more,"
Power, deceit, greed, and lust,
Slice you in half, what an adrenaline rush,
As your kids watch you die,
I envision myself nailed to a cross,
Punished for my sins against man,
My blood turns to poison, and the Earth begins to turn black,
The sky becomes red as blood, as the demon within takes her first breath,
I scream in pleasure as she reaches through my chest,
Behold the demon spawn has been released,
Prepare for a millennium of darkness,
All that is left is a cross holding up a carcass.
Heart & Soul
Kane
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