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Beloved Damnation
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Countess of the Spires PM
The fear of spiritual decay. Critique welcome!
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 131 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-09-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2529677
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I'm lost

Decibels and lies

His tangling screams

Moans and blaspheme

Make my cradle

In these nights

--

Dead

So do I become

More flesh for campaign?

Another 'goody' down the drain?

I'm arithmetic

I add up to that

That's that that that that that that--

--

Pull your hair

Wipe you clean

Present you

Sparkling

You'll never pass inspection

You're dripping pestilence

--

My dear

My doll

I hide you beneath virtue

Somewhere deep

Somewhere dark

You'll glow

Like cheap plastic toys

--

Show

Freaks gentlemen and girls

Teach you to howl

Like things from twisted dreams

My marionette

Indus'trial pet

The slime inside the drain

--

Gutter darling

Dada trash

Pocket you

Make you last

Catch your cold

Cough your blood

Death of me

Not of God

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