We Stand Strong
Enter my death grip,Hold my hands tight, don't let your love slip
My claws are sealed, no escaping my sinfull labyrinth,
Kept by sinister creatures, locked up inside my dungeon,
Horror surrounds us as we lay down on my death bed,
But we don't mind....
An old man laughs and dies,
War is raging outside, slaughter, a fight for pride,
Blood streams in the red sea, millions will find their death,
A child was born a cyclop, turned out to be it's third eye,
Parents cry, on coffeetables, life led by a lie,
And still....we don't mind...
Motherless woman get trapped and sold for cheap price,
Old fishermen and young boys rent their naked bodies,
But we're still safe...
Together in eachothers arms,
Flesh to flesh, I strap my legs around you, secure your faith,
Look deep into my brown eyes, behold my truthfull windows,
Perfect round belly, filled with food for winternights,
Thy name shall branded in my forehead, call me grillface,
I'm twofaced, hold knife blades in my skeleton hand,
In the other one the thought of your hand,
The ninth star stands for dry and intense nature,
Woman, girl, beauty, majestic and passionate fire,
I tell you the truth, some who are standing
here will not taste death before they see the kingdom of God,
Luke 9:27, Jesus has spoken,
God is you, and untill then I will not rest,
I need to feel your touch, proving me right on what's the best...
The world still turns and there's no way on stopping it,
Join' me in the darkest realm, where time will have no end...
Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 14:25
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