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DEATH METAL --- SHE LOVES

BODY FOUND 3 MONTHS BEFORE

Electric poison needle stare
rows of flowers beheaded
left in autumns wicked mist
extasy falling from a froth
old age coughing
belongs tied between a knot
demons voice whispering
ancient modern bible things
she haunts the throbbing crowd
leather teeth
providing metal zips
eager hands have torn away lips

Body found in the hallowed breath
undressed broken limbs
creator gather a painted nail
poor tiny wriggling growth
Lamb of god
writhing on the pole
wasted written folds

moulded ground
walking in scented groves
blending pictures released
in space collected alien given gifts
thunders mighty sound
holds this claw
this claw I made to be safe

seated in a puddle crimson from the crown
i feel the sticky life
run down this fleshless sack
found
lost
laughters cost

ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

 

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I never design-  it just appears if you hate it well-its a reaction thanks for comment
 

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