Your child and your father, future and past, choose wisely.


Skeletal Wings

Come on, get born, too much blood is lost
The flower is wilting
Look at your child, Isis, and bleed,
Blood that will be served frothless.
Scalpel is vivisecting the vagina
The cry of foetus can be heard,
Enter the circle, smooth the torn parts, the time is neigh;
The third membrane is already shifting.
Rejoice my dears...
Can you smell the acid? No?
Look then, behold with awe, stare in horror
For the seed of our deed is about to be sown.
Too much drama? too much shame? Who cares?
One umbilical chord can tie up a million to come,
Our bird needs not feather, her wings are skeletal,
The acid has already got the skin molten.
Inertia of a time immemorial will be broken,
The whole necropolis will wake up
Through us dearlings, through the child
A dream unfulfilled will get revived.
Every particle of amniotic fluid is hissing with energy
Energy that sees all, the cursed brother, the sister of the circle,
The first fruit of mating the same blood
One small act of defiance can spark a revolution.
You are of this world once again Isis
Let dove preceed you while the raven follows behind,
The chalice is full now and overflowing
Tonight we will feed on a damned mind.



Poetry by KissofNemesis
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 12:46

Tags Dark  Life  Pain 

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