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Camel requests the acupuncturist
The keys to the gate of eternal bliss
Which really only exists in
Transient, contemplative wisps
Like the “what is” and “what if’s”;
Having been told
By a man so old
It’s easier to make his entrance
Foie gras filled with bastardized
Anthropocentric lies
Loose limbs shimmy and sink whims
Force feed broken dreams
Trying to swim
Crawling for a purpose,
A question of worthiness
Where stars above and beyond yawn
Their indifference.
Often ironic
That the hammerhead fish of godless darkness
Is the more delighted
Of all of us.
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Imperial Thumb
04:02
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“Look not at the poison horse in the mouth
Lest you befall the fate of the prey of owls”
Nascent words I spake from the unknown womb
Sleeping soundly under the newest moon
It was here...where the eagle feathers
Fell deep into the Aegean in stormy weather
The Minotaur be smirked from the paper
Dropped, stopped, and topped with capers
Gaze now upon...the Elysian, serpentine siren
Ruled by Samael and extolled by Lord Byron
And it was there...where the odor of odium
Enthralled the coprophagous flies on plums
And the sun and earth beheld an eclipse
Transmogrifying the ones victim of a death wish.
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Deep in a dream
I saw you in a memory
You were a rose in my garden of death
The joy you brought, the emotion I sought
Even after your passing, I hoped would never rot
But, now I find myself
Deep in saudade
Grief overtakes me
I fall to my knees
You were on your deathbed
I was by your side
I gave you one last loving kiss
And then you died
Before I could say goodbye
That ultimate time
Now I behold your tombstone again
The epitaph meant as a reminder to laugh
To erode with emotions lachrymose
Wolfhounds howl for the curtain closed
Anguish drives my sanity comatose
Weeping in madness for my decomposed rose
I can never forgive myself
As I fall, entrapped in the closing walls
“Deep in a dream
I saw you in a memory
You were a rose in my garden of death
The joy you brought, the emotion I sought
Even after your passing, I hoped would never rot”
The last kiss, your final wish
You told me I was your fulfillment of bliss
…I try to keep that eulogy in the back of my mind
The happiness you brought to me I can no longer find
Grief rides behind the horseman of the eternity of death
Guilt constricts my core; the garden, as I, lies forever bereft
Your grave an undying memento of what once was
What could have been, now long robbed from us
The rose you were, has long since decimated
In mocking sunlight, I mourn thy soul cremated.
I grasp the thorns, they crumble to dust…
On your tumulus I leave one last kiss
Lest I go on feeling remiss
’Til the end of existence.
I wish to feel nothing more.
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Black Mages of feline form
Turn the churned sighs of light unborn
Conquering the crypts—their mission
Superstitious be the opposition
Sic their claws deep into the sacrifice
Deep in the dead of night
Phlebotomy for Phlegethon’s flow
Quenching dehydration for the unknown
Flashing their fangs
The way of which their incantations sang
So, when they go away,
The mice are still too scared to play.
Sink your teeth into this treat
Unsheathe the claws and open thy jaw
Bear witness as the felines of black magic sing
Roaring like lions with the ferocity of lightning.
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Poem by Lord Byron.
Away ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o' roses
In you let the minions of luxury rove
And restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes
If still they are sacred to freedom and love
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains
Round their white summits though elements war
Though cataracts roar 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid
On chieftains departed my memory lingered
As daily I strayed through the pine-covered glade
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
Gave place to the rays o' the bright polar star
My fancy was cheered by the bold martial story
As told by the sons o' dark Lochnagar
Years have rolled on, Lochnagar, since I left you
Years must roll on ere I see you again
Though Nature of verdure and flowers bereft you
Yet still art thou dearer than Albion's plain
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains afar
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic
The steep frowning glories o' wild Lochnagar
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
Ill-starred now the brave, did no vision foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken our cause?
Yet were you destined to die at Culloden
Though victory crowned not your fall with applause
Yet were you happy in death's earthly slumber
To sleep wi' your clan in the caves of Braemar
The pibroch resounds to the piper's loud number
Your deeds to the echoes of wild Lochnagar
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
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Sardonic Wrath
Avant-garde Black/Death Metal band, first created by Sadistic Blasphemer in June 2012.
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