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whilst each native took shark toothed
serrated spears in their dark sheen,
and impaled the seafarer's tonsil first
until seven spiked, erect from twisting gouges
into splutters on the cold, partially arid soot,
a peacock under the mantle of foreboding eyes
draped in soft pigments who's origins best be left with the crew,
as they sauna like baskets caught in nocturnal patter underneath the falls,
with red sharp amphibious mobility of nobility
Each swampy face bellowed like neon yellow and orange
crowning each bone of the man's bisected legs
torn off to resemble unkempt pillows and cotton extensions
completing in verbatim to the rampage of drums
Feet folded, the messiah's whole held unnaturally on planks
doth with similar manufactured enthusiasm, so did too hands hung
tied around the scalp severed for pelican stew
as baying sadness was raped underneath the wardrobe dressers table
His pale face was shadowed only by crimson magnolia flowers
o crescent hill, o topless descent that hung groves of maneuvering locusts in a heap
of the once jaw hung
Glistening under adrenaline filled moons with blackened voids peering
As the naked young tore from the abdominal region
Spinning around splendorous abrasions as bare mothers
nailed flaccid flesh separately meeting it close
to the fan design of it, the bony unclasped walls and vessels of the living
For too did living did still use them
crying out in excitement and ritualistic leniency
that let loose hellish ravines that night
The children danced and danced.
They say if you come to the island
Afar from modest safety, scurvy pirate maties
and far far from obscure Columbus findings
lay the ancient people searching for their god
Whispering their rumors unto civilized continents
buzzing into the pubs and even inside the gutted fish
to the men and woman that would come
would be heralded gods beyond roman year faiths
and in the abyss euphoric rebirth may take
in the deathless search for their unending gods
who scream remade
The worst is over, the worst is near
The worst is over, the worst is near.
- by WereSquishy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/23/2011 |
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- Title: Ascension Sunday
- Artist: WereSquishy
- Description: ...Mondays, Tuesdays, happy days!
- Date: 05/23/2011
- Tags: ascension sunday
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