Poetic-Verses
HOUSE OF SCORPIONS
Stung, my Master
Stung to floating
Mocken body
Boiled up roten
Stiff and smelling
Just one burning
Whiper scatter
Flies flesh offward
Burst is person
Died on tuesday
Nay may wake up
Dear my brothers
Why forsaken
Down in darkness
Cool the fire
Cool the tombstone
Sits a fly on
Such a night guard
Hell's a college
We may enter
Whips are nothing
Sealed and settled
Stung to floating
Mocken body
Boiled up roten
Stiff and smelling
Just one burning
Whiper scatter
Flies flesh offward
Burst is person
Died on tuesday
Nay may wake up
Dear my brothers
Why forsaken
Down in darkness
Cool the fire
Cool the tombstone
Sits a fly on
Such a night guard
Hell's a college
We may enter
Whips are nothing
Sealed and settled
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HOUSE OF SCORPIONS
HOUSE OF SCORPIONS