diabolical masquerade

and so forth comes the wrath, eatin alive by it....swallowed whole. proceeding to fall through the hole, the hole so well dug, seems fit for a king..... and i was the king, the king of this very empire... this empire of unexpected selected dirt and dust..... the ending of this night, seems so never coming... and so forth comes the wrath, i was eatin alive by it... thrown into the mouth of the unexpected. the teeth of flaws uneximplified clamp down on the flesh of my existence, until i'm ripped apart and swallowed whole.  all of the pain only to furthermore feel the wrath. wanting to bask in my as of yet undiscovered glory, instead forced to watch who i was and who i should be drip down the walls like the sweat of a premeditationless fuck...one thoughtless act to bring the flames upon... and in burning, the card is picked... picked a choosed. but all the silohettes of faces knew, will let you burn and wont give a clue...   and then shall i watch the heavens fall.... and all the skies clue you in, to the faces of masks... masks of skin. torch the lab and hear monkeys burn, and prophets speak the truth from within... and is it fate that must have the heavens fall.... just to feel the torches of a constantly burning, never ending wrath... this many to be found and to loose, this many to count and to choose, this many to seek power to overcome, this many to count the knots on the noose... choose this and feel the torches of a constantly burning, never ending wrath.... crossdressed between isanity and whats right... Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 01:11 PM PST   0 • 20 • 10