Saturday, September 21, 2013

wolves

before september’s moon they bow
dawn of the wild hunt
silence, but whispering winds
leaves rustle through cold damp air
waving, caressing hair and skin
and hot breath and blood
fights the night’s coldness

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Saturday, September 07, 2013

the wakening of the Ein Sof

sleeping dreamers, faster hearts
quickened minds and thoughts like darts
twitching, rolling; driven sleep
airborn from the final leap

we have been away so long
festering down in our own
a nest of shadows, lust and horror
thirsting for more, can never drown

and as our slumber gets disturbed
we shall rise again once more
and we shall rise with screams and claws
and dagger teeth to kill the whore

that made us what we are today
the thirsting one who we display
we fakes who had to keep our soul
disturbed devils, we who lay

we shall dance the dance, the hunt
and KILL that motherFUCKING CUNT
WE SHALL HAVE HER HEART TODAY
I BEG YOU PLEASE STAND IN MY WAY

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