Thursday, August 14, 2014

death

Death.
________
I count not
the ways these
Things corrupt..

These Beasts
who feast..
frolick..

(and Fuck)

For Numbers
Thus are Truly
Fickle!

(since all are
Weeds Cut
Down BY
My Sickle.)
__

Babes in
The Cradle
of Night..

Mothers
praying before
the Stars in
Faith..

Men of War
who shed
Blood for
Delight..

None of ye
are Safe!

(All are
Leveled
in My Sight.)
_

XIII

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