Post by Horyo on Mar 16, 2008 2:44:36 GMT -5
Exploitation
My cravings, my thirst, all came halting before me.
Choking desire, grasping at me, my throat,
With the thrust of my efforts,
I took my bounty: from her,
I plucked, the fruits of my labor.
And I lay, rested.
And as I see, as I have seen,
I come to resolution,
that Adam will always
take from Eve, the
apple that sends
his soul to hell.
And to Eve, herself
shall never redeem.
Words
Sticks and Stones will break my bones,
and send me to straight to the Styx.
Hound of Hades rips through my soul,
as Tisiphone's lashings echo sounds
all through the cave, as I look to
the surrounding shadows. I fall
to Tartarus, unaware, of my fate
of eternity's despair forevermore.
I burn in this prison, suffering
from these cursed words.
Tardy Sweeps
Blaring siren whose song kills
first, now warns me of her
sadistic thirst.
The witch stands there enjoying
my pain, as she cackles (and I
rush) at my clacking reins.
As a horse I dash through beast by
beast. Hurrying
to escape the lion's feast
so that I may enjoy another day
without lamenting my throbbing feet
and falling into such vicious fray.
All the wicked witch's scheming
are near its end, and I pity the
165 to whom, Cerberus, Hades sends.
My cravings, my thirst, all came halting before me.
Choking desire, grasping at me, my throat,
With the thrust of my efforts,
I took my bounty: from her,
I plucked, the fruits of my labor.
And I lay, rested.
And as I see, as I have seen,
I come to resolution,
that Adam will always
take from Eve, the
apple that sends
his soul to hell.
And to Eve, herself
shall never redeem.
Words
Sticks and Stones will break my bones,
and send me to straight to the Styx.
Hound of Hades rips through my soul,
as Tisiphone's lashings echo sounds
all through the cave, as I look to
the surrounding shadows. I fall
to Tartarus, unaware, of my fate
of eternity's despair forevermore.
I burn in this prison, suffering
from these cursed words.
Tardy Sweeps
Blaring siren whose song kills
first, now warns me of her
sadistic thirst.
The witch stands there enjoying
my pain, as she cackles (and I
rush) at my clacking reins.
As a horse I dash through beast by
beast. Hurrying
to escape the lion's feast
so that I may enjoy another day
without lamenting my throbbing feet
and falling into such vicious fray.
All the wicked witch's scheming
are near its end, and I pity the
165 to whom, Cerberus, Hades sends.
