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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 4, 2009 21:56:42 GMT -5
Her face buried in the ground, His face hiding in the laces of her gown, The moon is stricken with freezing, Like the bodies of these two lovers, Whos erotic postion of death seems pleasing, I look upon those poor souls, Hiding their pale white faces from judgement, With their putrid scent, Who fucking wants them?
My pierced ears perked, that beared the symbol of lucifers pentagram, Hiding their flesh like fleece in a lamb, Were pest and vermin that cherished their blood like sweet jam, Peering at the sickening sight, I smirk at the rotting corpse, I knew that laughing is disrespect, Onslaught of my punishment I won't regret, There bodies shrunken to size, I'll preach my sin in their brittle white eyes,
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