artwork of minced bodies smears the skies
Carved from the ivory blades of my vengeance wrath
As their juices drip into a crimson river below
Filled by the blood rain, from the red clouds cast
The parched lands growl for more
From the heaps of mangled bodies strewn across
And the red streaks glisten like sprays of a brush
This portrait, paradigm of the impeccable chaos.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
artwork of minced bodies smears the skies
Carved from the ivory blades of my vengeance wrath
As their juices drip into a crimson river below
Filled by the blood rain, from the red clouds cast
The parched lands growl for more
From the heaps of mangled bodies strewn across
And the red streaks glisten like sprays of a brush
This portrait, paradigm of the impeccable chaos.