The Eternal Sin of LonelinessAfter wading through endless seas of maggots, I have finally come to the hill where eternity can be seen (The sun mingled with the sea) And as I bathe in the light of the glorious sunset, I can show youThe Eternal Sin of Loneliness
the dark wood I ventured through I can show you Hell. I will sing you the song of destruction In something like the key of love
…The sound of distant thunder can be heard… Planes falling like teeth from the sky, But such is to be expected from the powerless. The sky is becoming warped and discolored, And its color begins to mingle with t
There Will Be BloodThey've got you! There will be blood! I must reinvent love! I can't follow you into Every dark realm we encounterThere Will Be Blood
A satanic symphony will sound as I invent new systems of thought and penetrate deepest mysteries of sin and love and happiness. I can collect the drooling moonlight and attract lost angels to my camp in the wilderness
So we will continue in our quest for sin, my winged, fallen Valkyries and I, to plunder great cities and pirate hoards, to rip the horns from fell beasts of the forest, to clothe ourselves in red glory and su
Spider King HallucinationThe lavender of twilight Turns to gold in her palms Wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak She weaves the night into A dress for the ball And waits for the Prince of Spades to appearSpider King Hallucination
Deep in his darkened study The weakening Spider King sought pain for inspiration, his emotional masochism so he went through his normal routine, since it never failed
a sacrifice must be made upon the Hyacinth altar, all blue-green and golden, requiring emeralds, blood, charcoal and gummi bears ground into powder and then snorted
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Summer Eyesblue is for the water green is for the trees blue is my body from how hard i sought her green is for her diseaseSummer Eyes
these are the colors of her eyes color of the life-cycle season sparkling through our many goodbyes am i in love for no reason? maybe it was penance for the lies her promises devolve to treason
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"The race of gladiators is not dead; every artist is one. He amuses the public with his agonies."-Mario Vargas Llosa
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"The race of gladiators is not dead; every artist is one. He amuses the public with his agonies."-Mario Vargas Llosa
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