Τετάρτη, 19 Αυγούστου 2009

The Lewd Dirge


The Lewd Dirge

A fortress beneath the stealthy clouds
Covered in sanguine air and rotten blood
Holding ambition and the vanity of the crowds
Bruising heavenly virtues with the monsters’ vows

Laugh off the misery, the hate, the pure insanity
Break it all for one moment of blissful history
Hold your squished brain in glory’s Mighty
And forget to think about humans’ own vanity

I curse all thy impudent streaks of sadness
With needles and spikes thy hearts should be stricken down
For the pollution of the Unknown Garden
Has decayed in your wanton Green flesh

Blind beggars and fools of Impatience
You cannot cease your disciplined corruption
For ‘twas your will to anesthetize the freedom of thy ambience
And leak your black vomit to the Bright gutters of horror

Fear and self-loathing for thy monstrosity I yearn
Where once was my leper heart, yours now is
Like moles you quest for exits from your vial hell
And play with the cats of authority with your peevish lives

Spiritless venal curs!
Thy wisdom deteriorates in the numbness of socialité
And blunders woes of thy livid earth
Without a soulless trace of thy human birth

Flee away, my rotten rascals of charcoal heat
I hold no anger for thy ignoramus apathy
The stars have all gone from thy preposterous lethargy
And wailed to the skies for thy axed destiny…

No more…
Nor me nor thee….
No more…
Forever the Flight will Bleed…

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