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-Dark Quatrains 3-
"Cold dark hands of death
hold me tight
in these sepulchre walls.
Silent screams of rage
sear
through my now
rotting brain.
Rise I must,
to devour
those who are free to live.
Hate alone,
allows
my unbidden
rise from death.
Hands ripped and torn
as I break
out
into the moonlit graveyard.
Watch for me now
as
my demonic lust for death
leads me to you."
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-Dark Quatrains 212-
"The hounds of Hell bellow in synch
with the cold
cadence of my heart.
The man in the moon hid his face;
Satan blushed. And oh, how the Christ
will weep when I get out my toys.
How will you feel
when you find out
you're my next playmate?
I cut my fingers on children's shattered lives,
as their mothers hold
their lifeless
blue bodies and scream
in harmony with my hatred!"
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-Dark Quatrains 29-
"Shadows fall as night descends
maniacal desire
a
grin with teeth
I feel your fear with acute intensity
a cold sweat breaks with morbid apprehension
as I stalk with
insane giggles
time is near; let me introduce
fear
with sacred silver blade
a lush crimson shower
maybe we'll
dance
in your pool of blood
as I devour your slowly cooling flesh
and fill your dead cheeks
with my boiling love!"
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