Death Knell b.1996-d.2006
It's hard to sleep with this knife sticking out of my back.
An old evil came to roost tonight. The truth will out. Black hearts don't show themselves in the dark, but shine the light, and there they are. Like black magik. Voila!
The parchment skin of dead babies, and the bones of the forgotten and sacrificed, ground into powder and snorted like a drug. Your elixir is evil, and you will wallow in it intoxicated until the day it takes your body, as it already has claimed your soul. Your religion is rage. Your devotion is hatred. Your worship is the oblivion of substances. Your god is yourself. You'll sacrifice anyone on the altar of self. No one is worth anything to you unless they are of use.
All I can spare for you now is nothing. Not even my pity. You have leeched from me all that was able to forgive you and show you mercy. This time, you have gone too far, and there is no coming back.
I'm pulling your knife out of my back. I am hurling it to the bottom of the sea. The blood will wash away, and the salt will erase my tears. Tonight was the last time you will ever make me cry. From now on, it's your turn.
An old evil came to roost tonight. The truth will out. Black hearts don't show themselves in the dark, but shine the light, and there they are. Like black magik. Voila!
The parchment skin of dead babies, and the bones of the forgotten and sacrificed, ground into powder and snorted like a drug. Your elixir is evil, and you will wallow in it intoxicated until the day it takes your body, as it already has claimed your soul. Your religion is rage. Your devotion is hatred. Your worship is the oblivion of substances. Your god is yourself. You'll sacrifice anyone on the altar of self. No one is worth anything to you unless they are of use.
All I can spare for you now is nothing. Not even my pity. You have leeched from me all that was able to forgive you and show you mercy. This time, you have gone too far, and there is no coming back.
I'm pulling your knife out of my back. I am hurling it to the bottom of the sea. The blood will wash away, and the salt will erase my tears. Tonight was the last time you will ever make me cry. From now on, it's your turn.
posted by scribe at 3/18/2006
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