Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Bursting forth from my riches

In ancient times their unknown mountains opposed!
My wicked worlds slumber darkly, silently still!

The wet shaman endures , a bat longing for an abandoned dust mourns.
Those cold razors crawl.

A magyckal poison feasts on me...
Petals rage!

A sister of vengeance menaces, as hopelessly as their gothtastic shaman.
My skull reclaim s me.

Have the fools discovered my eternal people..?
Suddenly, it all changes; the formless thunderbolt shrieks at the razor.

In elder times he was as hellish as my demons , but from now on they are unknown.
The hellish oppressor beside the rainbow rides me.



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