Bloody Gown of The Earth Mother
By Riven Waker
My greatest desire
Would {be to} murder all
In worldwide throes
of ecstacy
Mass vivisection sans anesthesia
Who is the
victim
When weaklings unify
There is still sport to be had
A bloodlusting surgical strike
Feed the soil blood
Awaken
armageddon
Bathe the children in it
The holy heathen baptism
A wondrous technology
Approach the methods
To disassemble
the flesh
The antics of machinations
Of meaning bereft
Simply
to execute
Technique to devour souls
Spare none
In
unmasking
The innumerable
Faces of pain
Terrifies
stunning to conceive
The possibilities of flesh
Incinerating
history
As the undead
Are born
Finally
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© 2009 Riven Waker
Published on Saturday, April 4, 2009.
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