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Flower,the impetuosity of thy rage,
Break,shatter into dust,repentance!
Blessed be thy soul of the kin,
Doesth thou shalt weep?
Bleed! Into his forelimbs,a vivid crimson!
Corroborating Lucifer's vain!
Is thy tongue of the lie
Is thy tongue of the truth?
No matter! Off with thy word!
May the condemned man feast upon,
His own putrid impudence!
The epitome of the sin!
Thou shalt perish in a pool of misery!
Until the end,can the flower of thy heart
blossom?
- by The Haruist |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/12/2010 |
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- Title: "Thy Fury"
- Artist: The Haruist
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Description:
A poem I made when I was feeling angry.About something.I don't know why.
The poem means:
Increase,the building up of his anger,
break!,shatter into pieces,repent his sins
bless the soul of the dead child
why does the man weep?
bleed,into his arms,a red color
the same as the devil's mood
does he lie?
does he tell the truth?
nevermind! cut off his tongue!
and make him eat it!
he shall perish in a pool of his own blood!
until the end...can the distraught father find forgiveness? - Date: 03/12/2010
- Tags: fury
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