Tag: fiction
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You Up?
In a birthday card it’s something trite In my cold car back it’s a midnight ride It’s a horrible daylike night Type of eve that man’ll cop a wolf bite Noises get lost and boys get lost in the wood at night Accounts of old murder, I’m on the count, count dracula Three counts on…
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Revenge
My life a mountain, it’s Greek climesAn island of poet kings old rhymesDays of the dog, a corpse consigned to the bogRises up coated in peat slime.His veins are emptyHis pains which in his life drove him insaneGone spun away like wind vanesHe will kill plenty, fold twentyHis gaze still insane he trainsSights on them…
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It smells like burning templars in here
Jawbone of an ass the might of iron outclass, he’s fast and whorls in the massMighty and mightier avast ye, he his foes outlasts with energies untappedBlood and mud the mire a morass forces him to wadeWeregild overpaid the rage of unchained slaves to men made A system maintained by others caged that rage only…
Alchemisland 