love's wicked power
defeats death
its power
is so strong
therefore
we always
have to be
in love
the dude
abides
oh, sweet maude
let me touch
your sweet lips
Friday, April 16, 2004
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Plants bloom upon rotting corpses
Buried in the soil.
The sun is similar
To รค black tide of mud.
Hidden pleasures make me tremble
With delight.
Underneath the surface all is love
And death.
I watch the devil play
With humanity
And have his way
With us day after day.
The roses are drunk on blood
And so are we.
In the guise of beauty and doom
Spring unfurls its foulness
And awakens to apocalypse.
(original version by r.)
Buried in the soil.
The sun is similar
To รค black tide of mud.
Hidden pleasures make me tremble
With delight.
Underneath the surface all is love
And death.
I watch the devil play
With humanity
And have his way
With us day after day.
The roses are drunk on blood
And so are we.
In the guise of beauty and doom
Spring unfurls its foulness
And awakens to apocalypse.
(original version by r.)
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