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George Vénkujon naplója
Nymphetamíne [9587 AL], gazdája George Vénkujon
Sorched Earth Erotica
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Sorched Earth Erotica
= Ma elmentünk megnézni Cicám gyerekeit, már jó nagyok! =
"Sunset, expect
This to be your last with Our vast return
As Death is set
At three sixes where hill-beacons burn
Darkness, undress
Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
Blood-red, yet still unfed
Lips distend ending, time to falter
Welcome arms wide and crucified...
The slaughter..."
/CoF-Sorched Earth Erotica/
What would there be as the river of sadness turns into sea
Could there be another thousand stories like you and me
Wanted a heart, wanted a soul
More than anything else in this world
But we are doomed our flesh in wounds
I would never give in
Just like the moon does
We rise'n'shine'n'fall
Over you that I rise'n'shine'n'crawl
Victims aren't we all
/The 69 eyes-Brandon Lee/
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night
A tragic yet magickal fall from grace
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints
Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight
And Hell knows we sought victory
Chancing the leash
But when bad die were cast
We were cast down to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)
Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining His sights for the storming of skies...
And after descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives
For eternity is a coprophagic
Backward figure head
Gorging on Her own bitter end
And We have eaten shit
Until we're close to addicts
Now grime is running out
For us to make amends
/CoF-Tearing The Veil From Grace/
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