Post by Prophet on Apr 3, 2011 11:36:04 GMT -8
Screwing
(Making Love to) Aphrodite,
In the Wake of the Evil That Is
Hey Tracy, show me the way
to your loving kindness. . .
These walls shall not
keep us apart any longer.
The world is just beginning
to be torn asunder
& All they can say
is no touchy, touchy.
I was afraid of these
nightmares that plague
my mind, soul & spirit.
Of rottenness at the core
of what we care for.
Now that Hades has been
cast forth from his lair,
he took to the sky,
and he & his pale rider
drove through the sun,
to hide in the stars,
Awaiting the day of reckoning---
So, in my nightmares,
This Lord of Metal,
from the skies,
has taken and corrupted
those I care for---
to embark upon the evil wills
of astral demons
& extraterrestrial destruction.
Beautiful dreams turned horror,
through those forces which wish
to oppress & bind---
& just like Night of the
Living Dead, Evil Dead &
Resident Evil in the streets,
This T-virus of biological weapons,
is creating physical zombies,
munching on flesh for survival,
from the mentally zombified masses,
And, those once pure of heart,
who wittingly or unwittingly
SOLD THEIR SOULS
And lost who they are.
So, these walking flesh corpses
seek to feed upon my
brethren & children &
offer sacrifice up to
their cruel gods from
beyond the sky -------
I wake up then,
sweat dripping
from my forehead,
I expel bodily liquids
in the restroom,
but I still seek comfort…
I remember
the magical Number Five,
but I seek no golden rings,
only love, comfort,
compassion & understanding,
So I turn the door #5,
& I seek guidance & sanity
in the arms of the
Beautiful Goddess, Venus,
Aphrodite incarnate.
Hey Tracy, show me the way
to your loving kindness. . .
These walls shall not
keep us apart any longer.
The world is just beginning
to be torn asunder
& All they can say
is no touchy, touchy.
I was afraid of these
nightmares that plague
my mind, soul & spirit.
Of rottenness at the core
of what we care for.
Now that Hades has been
cast forth from his lair,
he took to the sky,
and he & his pale rider
drove through the sun,
to hide in the stars,
Awaiting the day of reckoning---
So, in my nightmares,
This Lord of Metal,
from the skies,
has taken and corrupted
those I care for---
to embark upon the evil wills
of astral demons
& extraterrestrial destruction.
Beautiful dreams turned horror,
through those forces which wish
to oppress & bind---
& just like Night of the
Living Dead, Evil Dead &
Resident Evil in the streets,
This T-virus of biological weapons,
is creating physical zombies,
munching on flesh for survival,
from the mentally zombified masses,
And, those once pure of heart,
who wittingly or unwittingly
SOLD THEIR SOULS
And lost who they are.
So, these walking flesh corpses
seek to feed upon my
brethren & children &
offer sacrifice up to
their cruel gods from
beyond the sky -------
I wake up then,
sweat dripping
from my forehead,
I expel bodily liquids
in the restroom,
but I still seek comfort…
I remember
the magical Number Five,
but I seek no golden rings,
only love, comfort,
compassion & understanding,
So I turn the door #5,
& I seek guidance & sanity
in the arms of the
Beautiful Goddess, Venus,
Aphrodite incarnate.