Post by Clyde Monteiro on Feb 25, 2009 23:21:39 GMT -5
Blistering sun to torch the skin,
Only to irate,
The evil fetus within,
Hector, that carries such malevolence,
But feeble to let the devil in,
Chiseling the wood of every coffin,
The blaspemic reference to the unborn,
The tombstone of every Dryad,
No more beauty,
With dried skin worn and torn,
Clutching the handle of steel,
Making such a decision
Tuning the new life to see a crtain of red,
With brutal but deadiest incision,
Enough tears to writhe a flamed candle,
Why!?
Bear the evil of the anti-father,
Process is yet pleasureable,
But none that can bother,
Hector, used and abused,
Due to meer mortal instinct,
He deserves to be extinct,
For thi fool is used as a tool,
Lucfer is laughing on his back,
Reflectng on what his victim lack,
Hector falls to his knees,
Mumbling in such silence,
For god to remove the seed,
The vocation of the lord,
Did not reach the heavens,
Vomiting his vital juices,
As if it were a waterfall,
Tearing through his throat like a saw,
Was the fetus, Lucifer didnt withdraw,
Fatal expansion of the esophogus,
Peering down at the baby,
Drenched in red,
A few second stare, no serragated grin,
Poor Hector has payback,
For pain he was in,
The smiling newborn,
Hectors intentions so grim,
Bashing the baby with a coffin,
He chiseled its name in,
The bloody pulp sits, of little Adin
The vultures emit their hunger,
For a bloody afterbirth,
Hector is speechless,
Witnessing the feast and murder,
He put on mother earth,
Only to irate,
The evil fetus within,
Hector, that carries such malevolence,
But feeble to let the devil in,
Chiseling the wood of every coffin,
The blaspemic reference to the unborn,
The tombstone of every Dryad,
No more beauty,
With dried skin worn and torn,
Clutching the handle of steel,
Making such a decision
Tuning the new life to see a crtain of red,
With brutal but deadiest incision,
Enough tears to writhe a flamed candle,
Why!?
Bear the evil of the anti-father,
Process is yet pleasureable,
But none that can bother,
Hector, used and abused,
Due to meer mortal instinct,
He deserves to be extinct,
For thi fool is used as a tool,
Lucfer is laughing on his back,
Reflectng on what his victim lack,
Hector falls to his knees,
Mumbling in such silence,
For god to remove the seed,
The vocation of the lord,
Did not reach the heavens,
Vomiting his vital juices,
As if it were a waterfall,
Tearing through his throat like a saw,
Was the fetus, Lucifer didnt withdraw,
Fatal expansion of the esophogus,
Peering down at the baby,
Drenched in red,
A few second stare, no serragated grin,
Poor Hector has payback,
For pain he was in,
The smiling newborn,
Hectors intentions so grim,
Bashing the baby with a coffin,
He chiseled its name in,
The bloody pulp sits, of little Adin
The vultures emit their hunger,
For a bloody afterbirth,
Hector is speechless,
Witnessing the feast and murder,
He put on mother earth,
