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It's often the weak And seemingly frail That find themselves thirsty Beyond the pale The gutters churn under the strain Blood rushes down through city veins The streets ablaze with tinted moonlight Devoid of any flame As gods and heathens burn the same The hearts all pumping without aim No lungs to fill, and yet still choking On the meat we flay The needle drops The records play Everyone stops Praying that the day might break My iron rusted Hinges combust, dusk bled Swung open portal Stifling chortle I open up Progressing slowly In soul or sprit But running fast and flowing Over strewn corpse cobbles Harbinger paver, larder baubles Stocking lye Stalking eyes, new crime Commit to the violence or ****** die Perish inside then out It's no use gasping or Grasping Stranger clout   Each new version a variant curse Every cursed being awaiting rebirth New age swift death My time is little, I have **** all left Gliding abreast The beast glisten already Peeter out slice and grip My jowls are aglow Siphoning light from the sky above The creatures of the dark sky rip Beneath my leather Each new stab a death blow I feast **** them all I rip out their ******* guts And mash them Flesh blood and bone complete Cycles though my very being Tearing rending breaking Everything **** these dogs The heart of the city A drum Plucking tendon Plucky young thing My weapon is serrated My steel is ****** already
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
Moonlight stroll
It's often the weak And seemingly frail That find themselves thirsty Beyond the pale The gutters churn under the strain Blood rushes down through city veins The streets ablaze with tinted moonlight Devoid of any flame As gods and heathens burn the same The hearts all pumping without aim No lungs to fill, and yet still choking On the meat we flay The needle drops The records play Everyone stops Praying that the day might break My iron rusted Hinges combust, dusk bled Swung open portal Stifling chortle I open up Progressing slowly In soul or sprit But running fast and flowing Over strewn corpse cobbles Harbinger paver, larder baubles Stocking lye Stalking eyes, new crime Commit to the violence or ****** die Perish inside then out It's no use gasping or Grasping Stranger clout   Each new version a variant curse Every cursed being awaiting rebirth New age swift death My time is little, I have **** all left Gliding abreast The beast glisten already Peeter out slice and grip My jowls are aglow Siphoning light from the sky above The creatures of the dark sky rip Beneath my leather Each new stab a death blow I feast **** them all I rip out their ******* guts And mash them Flesh blood and bone complete Cycles though my very being Tearing rending breaking Everything **** these dogs The heart of the city A drum Plucking tendon Plucky young thing My weapon is serrated My steel is ****** already
I played alot of dark souls before writing this, so....
#blood#city#streets#veins#death#dogs#violence#gore#die
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
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