DATE: 01/29/2011 14:25:22 / MOOD: other
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The Contortionist
This addiction to entangled limbs and grotesqueries of nature,
Has poisoned him, legs wrapped 'round head,
Yearning for an eternal fixture.
Such a bittersweet claustrophobia,
No interest in seeking a door.
"Imprison me, fuel my voracity.
Oh god, leave me hungering for more."
Locked in a box.
"I've twisted myself to such perverse positions,
Desperate to find unfulfilled provisions,
Cramming my body into the space that confines me."
"Son of Adam, this feeling forever defines thee."
With this, you taunt.
Vendetta Abaddon
Once again found myself sipping from wells of rage;
I can feel it coursing its way through my veins.
Oh, my bliss stepped on, so injustly impaired.
In my entrails, I've felt phantom fingers have snared.
Within the four corners, I've found a door that will open;
Unlocked with a key of eradication.
Shadows crawling to meet my disposition.
An answer to ruthless evisceration.
Vendetta Abaddon. Aroma of leech.
I have found in your image a rapture of vengeance so sweet.
Vendetta Abaddon. I hungered for meat.
Abhorration above them, the world will bow at my feet.
Oh, Destroyer Almighty, in time been released.
Watch as God's towers crumble between teeth of a beast.
Eaten body of Christ at a voracious feast.
Virgin mother deflowered, corruption of yeast.
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