Posted by kid a on August 22, 2002, at 21:23:39
Thermopylae
The red flood
the crecent
luna
undeniably
thick
and sweet to
taste
That crisp fold
of morning
where the
movement,
neoenum.
The long knives
the long knives
are drawn
that sword of
Damocles
piercing the
heart like
gold
behold!
the strand
of hair
that flies
the
beast of
morning.
Oh, do I
terrify?
Glittering
the stars
that drag
the bodies
through the
street
Death to
America
Death to
America
all of you
as dead as
I.
Kiss me love,
one last
golden fuck
to play
the game of
mater and
lord,
Mary, I
grant you
a child---
he will
do as every
child
should---
yes, yes
o mais oui
we should
crucify
it is
our nature
to kill,
our nature
my sweet
to murder
and to
die.
poster:kid a
thread:29089
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