my love..
enter forth into the chamber..
many have entered..
few have been remembered..
But, you my love..
Your soul hath surrendered..
walk with the sisters..
in a trance-like and hypnotic
state..that you are possessed..
Harlequin masks candlemass
you bow down to answer my call..
Yes, you hear the gong and the
perfect pollutionary song..
How it fills the air with static
The air around us is Satanic
Can't you feel your blood
coursing through your veins?
A nocturne a dream a lullaby..
The stars that shine and the
stars that sheen..a thousand
mothers give birth a new Life
A moth to the flame..
Closer with every step into
the picture frame..beyond
the Silver mirror,into a dimension
where angles cross and angels
are lost..and such are we..
never to die..cursed to live..
Nailed hip thigh and brow..
this is our plea..the end~~
By Rick Weber
May 22, 2013
copywritten
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