They came bearing whips, carrying scars in the shape of dead-wood "This is the End! Divine Judgement!" "We're all to burn in the flames of hell!"
It was like an Omen, An antichrist in a friendly mask, Garbed in white and crimson Bearing the seal of Silence
She smiled at us as she was beaten, chanting: "We're all cancelled!" And As he arose, Arms outstretched The dark ones shouted "Rettung!"*
Wires embraced us all, warm and addicting. Heat licked our faces, as we held out our arms. We are one, and we shall die as one, Nailed to Dead-wood.
Altarius · Thu Jul 20, 2006 @ 09:25am · 0 Comments |