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#1 2009-11-18 10:42:59

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From: Tulsa, OK
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A few poems

Eternal Corruption of a Seduced Soul

Darkest angel, hold my hand
Bend to my undaunting command
Pleasure of the flesh and bone
Nothing for this skin atone
Despised, unholy skin of rot
Teach me only what God would not

Palest flesh and filthy blood
Passion alone can not cease the flood
Of crimson thought in that wicked mind
Limiting what teeth can not confine
Obeying commitedly to what desire sought
Teach me only what God would not

Desire of blood, followed with pain
Dancing in this crimson rain
Poor sacrifice of hidden desire
Kindling a sinful fire
Forsaken being of unholy thought
Teach to me what God could not

Insanity, a closest friend
Destructively with you til the very end
Lick the lips of child's play
This shall be our darkest day
Taste the flesh, graze the bone
For this sin you can not atone


It's hard to scream with a throat full of glass

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#2 2009-11-18 10:44:18

RX Queen
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From: Tulsa, OK
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Posts: 459
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Re: A few poems

Belong to me
Oh, Monster of hate
Wrap around me and relapse
In my divine discord
Consumed by flesh
Steel tearing through bone
Harmonious baptism of filth

Consume me
Soldier of fire
Embrace me with sweet sound
Of gunshot rhythm
Pulsating through the core
To my chest and tightening
Infecting my brain
With hollow rapture

Destroy me
A knife to my throat
Tear it and let it flow
Drown the beating
Of a body in anguish
Chained until you release me
With teeth and claws
Dear Monster -
Save me


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#3 2009-11-18 10:44:44

RX Queen
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From: Tulsa, OK
Registered: 2009-11-18
Posts: 459
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Re: A few poems

Fall to the God of Filth -
on your knees and pray.
At my feet the world dies
as it mourns for absolution
from a hate-corrupted populace.
They seek my divine grace
Ravenous zombies
Why should they fear death?
We are already dead
As I, inside, have fallen and shattered.
There is no hell, only one we create
and I live in my own world of discoloration.
A stained world.
It's colder here
Without you.
The bullet glints in ashen sunlight,
a machination of gore and children of steel.
I feel the weapon on my back;
A dirty body,
with despised skin.
The ground withers beneath my feet.
They fear me,
Their Filth God,
reduced to rubble.


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#4 2009-11-18 10:45:32

RX Queen
bored and all erotic
From: Tulsa, OK
Registered: 2009-11-18
Posts: 459
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Re: A few poems

I saw your face today
it was hidden behind my eyes
And although it's often sad to say
this picture was a lie
A dream is something you can't feel
nothing to taste or smell
And if this unreality were real
it would be a living hell
I need your touch, I need your kiss
I need to taste your skin
These are things that I always miss
but keep hidden within
I have a secret no one knows
they simply can't understand
From my eyebrows to my toes
and the shaking of my hands
You've rented my soul, it's hard to hide
the smile that shines for you
Because of the way I feel inside
and the way you're feeling too
So hold me close and feel my heart
beat for beat it rushes
When we touch is when it starts
and then the world around us hushes
They know or love, they know our pleasure
They would never interfere
For a love you can not measure
"Forever" is all to hear
Ours is that, and this is ours
We write it in desire's glory
Of a love that is lost in hours
this is simply our story


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