Lady Lilith (Shatter the Dream)posted Apr 12th 2006, 8:19AM
Mood: Pathetic
Music: Coheed and Cambria - Welcome Home
A ransacked Eden bellows from an operatic swansong:
The final aria abreast the fate of men.
Absinthe swashed unto an unearthed grave
Of her love: endearment of faith;
The sadist razor thats sought.
Blessed is, behalf of his devil's delight,
The black lotus.
Upon a blanket of stars painted on a midnight canvas,
Sporadic nature brings a new kind of bestiality.
Incandescent morals in a maelstrom of flavors
Project the halcyon features of her porcelain beauty.
The prostitution of kindred spirits under her jurisdiction;
Within Eve an aberration takes form.
Necrosis from a feral wraith with morbid threads
Adulated with litanies, but no avail.
Dumbfounded by frivolous mockeries,
Yet cordially reverred by the duality of saints and sinners,
The pestilence grows not from especial loneliness
But from overdose of desire.
Dreams do shatter in Her wake.
Succubus.
Succubus...
Something told in the wrath of Judgment,
Another nail marks a similar bane.
Through Babylon, screams become martyrs;
Immolation below splattered stars.
[ See through the night,
The truth left behind.
Run your fingers through her hair
And touch the divine of her light:
A demon's kiss right by her side.
When all dreams left are written in blood,
God himself may cry...
Waiting, waiting.
Connoisseur of the finest troup,
Left hand of thunder, right hand of truth.
Laying upon the bedspread of bat wings,
Eyes shift to dunes and among, among our black saints.
Our dawn of new endeavor...
Leered into an abyss womb,
The sacrifice vainly ignorant shows certain veracity.
On a bed of nails with a crown of thorns on my chest;
Your inner thoughts, tantalized.
Within darkness, the parade marches on
Inside a level of consciousness unattainable
By constraints of the feeble human mind.]
Unfaithful eyes stare back from a meaningless reflection,
Vile truth that memory fails to serve well.
I stand alone before her sanguine blight.
But a frozen moon chronicle.
Bastard son of her white swollen throat
Beating upon lust and gorgon scourge.
And when I dream,
Abominations seed parts from its putrid remains:
But a beast stripped of pious virtues,
Insubordinate at Lucifer's disdain.
In this war promulgating lust and greed,
Depravation is a final solution
Harbingering the birth of Hell once more on Earth.
Omerta failed and boundaries breached,
Is this the beginning or the end?
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