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ок [re: Лъчeзapa_] |
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undecided (ice crystal) |
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Публикувано | 05.08.06 03:51 |
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ето и първото
I trod upon upon the Serpent of Destiny.
Its bite, a promise of Death.
Love sucked at my fatal wound with truthful black-most lips
Destiny's Venom trickling from the corners of our mouths,
Corners of our eyes moist as tearful venom paints my antique face
I lay hopeless on virgin sands
Where a Prophet once took his last courageous stance
"Allah Thou didst make me, yet Thou woundest me"
Destinys Serpent shall slither where it will
A tent, muddy abode, or palace
Drifting with the demure of an old Mage
Though Mankind and his many lusts it avoids with ironic laughter
This Serpent's kiss its folly to elude
Face to face with fangs exuding the fatal venom of worldly love
And within the Axis a Voice commanded:
"Lo! When your heart filled with material love
Eyes rolling back into the darkness of a delirious, and sadistic mortal love
Step upon the Serpent, you must!
Your one and only hope of a cure
Honey and ginger fingers nurses the wound!
Oh feral and incomplete Self! Hearken unto the brand of her glance;
Die now! Die cloaked in the black velvet of her svelte sinuous arms!
Die now! Die thirsting at black marmoreal African eyes!
Die now! Die humbled by golden brown folded knees!
Die now! Die encased in a palace of marble!
Die now! Die bound by her willowy woolen braids!
allomorph
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