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Scorned Release
07/10/2004 @ 2:17pm
By:
aaronsadi

A cluster of Angels dance upon a soft pathway that lies within
the clouds above the holy spires of heavens gate.

Dark dreams curdle in the wake of Lucifer’s apparition that
lingered in my mother’s womb before my birth.


My sword sways to a ballad of claret streams that leach
from the summits of Zeus who lay slain by fiend spirits released
from the bitter chamber of my eternal damnation.
The Cocytus flows under the boat of Charon in cadence of
accursed revelry resonating from the abyss of Hadean while sable
rythmns of thunderous hooves from demonic Trojans obliterate
the lush temples of Cytherea’s realm.

I stand like an anathema before the God of the sea
and cast my wrath into heaving tides that would seek dreadful
vengeance upon my wicked soul.
The seeds of Acheron drift into watery fields of Atlantis conjure vile
rituals into a eulogy of crimson passion consuming weeping
Mermaids gaping odious nectar like a spew of black lust.
The Succuba emerges from Poseidon’s cave snarling
in an opus of heinous lechery.

Within the halls of Arcadia Hera’s tears drone
in misery as she lay struck by the poisoned tip of Cupid’s arrow.
The plight of Athena will succumb to my nefarious breath
and wilt from my nocuous fluid and become the bearer of a dark son
after which I will thrust my sword into her tender side
until her last breath is spent.
My unholy aura will seethe like a dawn of brooding pestilence
until Eros lay slain from the mordant embrace
of a humming crone.

O how I crave to see the blood of the Gods
lavished upon the silver gleam of my depraved sword.
I wallow in the lonely ambience of my odyssey
upon a hoary plateau as I drink the warm elixir of fallen titans.
The riches of Ambrosia I smote into the pits of hell and beckon
libidinous orgies to erupt within the shrine of my waiting dreams
from the severed head of Aphrodite as my tongue hasten to
lick her sweet juices from my blade.

Within a dark grove of charred remains I drool to the sound of
howling winds that caress the tomb of Chimera
upon where my son will be born.

 
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