A Spit Roast (A Component Of Hatred)

by RedDeadShore   Mar 5, 2008


Blood-soaked teary drop,
Haunted and chilled from bottom to top,
Ravage those companions around,
Anger fired, with crossbows whilst a bound,
Lean down, confess, rest and yield,
Flamed eye and hatred formed a shield,
Bodies crisp mutilate burning vile,
Fumed frailty whilst drooping with bile,
Impotent reality, falling from what never started,
Our body splits, crumbles in two, and comes parted.

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