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Lilith Made French Toast Speak Terrible, Terrible French

it was raining on the sun.

it was raining on the sun

this sun had 13 moons

 

it was raining on the sun

at 3 am.

the sun had lost it's way

only to find it's Madness

13 moons. 13 oceans

13 oceans of god knows what ?

13 dead gods on 13 dead lawns

the sky had gone where skys get very, very lost

where dead worlds sing

in the sick pink ***********

of a host of slaughtered angels

typhoons of awful

like clots of mindless rage

fed only violence and dominion

only sacred cows and baby teeth

and darkling blasphemy

come from the ruptured lungs

of Agony and Thorns

 

Only you.

 

only you would.

 

Only You

 

could.

 

**** a Unicorn.

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M / American
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Jun 7, 2012
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