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Xtreme Malice: 1st.
Arc: 2nd.
Venus: Reaper of Glamour
Provisional caustions there'll be ripping of organs
Victims left morbidly split into twisted contortions
Dense as the soil spoils bread this wicked and raw son
The meanest, baddest, prediction will prickle and awe some
Dictating the fate of this seed life as clinic abortions
Lips giving often the smell of sweets doomed in net..
..your, past your green lands another illegitimate orphans
Gorgeous...fumes smells of faggot stench, flows well accurate
Thorns nearest death Diptera gnat of the average prick
Rose down laid of law may flies drag on saps a sip
Hells to pay from the plot of this devils advocate
Toxins stimulate for this elixir is such a deal of crack
Such desire never wanted sense trails to feel the track
No motion but still a fact or ates ball consume pools of act..
..is soon to spat, time froze but doing dandy lying a dendrophiliac
Such a lady sits in silence no words when there's food attached
Digest her spoils with endless yawns until some one news dispatched
visions deceive as a hunter awaits,
it's prey unaware and calm in state of mind
patience prevails and the hunter sedates
casting darkness upon a mane of spines
A pitiful plee as a jacket of teeth seal
,supressing the glee found of a free meal
unable to escape from certain demise
venomous sprays as limbs begin to immobilise.
Conciousness fades as your body betrays
imprisoning the brain in a labyrinth of pain,
unknown to the world outside of this hell
so normal yet had this big a secret to tell
life flashes, casting light in the blinding dark
envisioning prophecies of failure so soft.
No light at the end of the tunnel to follow
even if glimpsed the illumination craved
the soul would have to carry a hollow
from limbs in torment which persist to obey.
"Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole." -Rabindranath Tagore