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My demons, the colossus of slaughter and infantile undoing are draped as a jagged carcass of a wreath, of twisted and malignant ****** limbs, upon my shoulders and stark throat dripping stagnant as a mangled bear of grizzled fur and barbed wire, I heave this colossal mane my sanctioned torturing ever heaven bearing, legs biting tension, tibias finally cracking I trudge, seethe and scourge with limbs far rusted and burdened, the girth of my weighing wreath of clotted bone and blood, mammoth corpse of whale and boorish bear, hunker down about these broken hinged blades of shoulder, godly cloak of human sin, and iron curtain my siphoned lungs drain about the ground dripping from the flesh of my lips, spilling out as life, I cough and purge all my mortal given organs upon the belly of the Earth, wreath of anchor chain and rotted animal bulk bar and breach this shrapnel spine, legs splintered, no man might carry, only a corpse could accept the wearing weight of the worlds sins, I forever stammer on
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
Carrying Corpses
My demons, the colossus of slaughter and infantile undoing are draped as a jagged carcass of a wreath, of twisted and malignant ****** limbs, upon my shoulders and stark throat dripping stagnant as a mangled bear of grizzled fur and barbed wire, I heave this colossal mane my sanctioned torturing ever heaven bearing, legs biting tension, tibias finally cracking I trudge, seethe and scourge with limbs far rusted and burdened, the girth of my weighing wreath of clotted bone and blood, mammoth corpse of whale and boorish bear, hunker down about these broken hinged blades of shoulder, godly cloak of human sin, and iron curtain my siphoned lungs drain about the ground dripping from the flesh of my lips, spilling out as life, I cough and purge all my mortal given organs upon the belly of the Earth, wreath of anchor chain and rotted animal bulk bar and breach this shrapnel spine, legs splintered, no man might carry, only a corpse could accept the wearing weight of the worlds sins, I forever stammer on
devon-baker
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Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
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