11-14-2012, 09:03 AM
Sing with me, angel, and dance,
dance across my rocky floors
as flames chew on your soles.
I've seen so many sluts and poofs
down here in these narrow caves,
rejected by their loving God
to dance their sad dances.
What daddy lets his kiddies burn?
Tell me, angel, please, tell me
as you pass that stone,
filled with screaming ghouls.
The villain never chooses, dear;
good is too tyrannical.
Set your hatred free, angel,
it's withered too long in its cage.
We'll skin the preachers and their flocks
while God writhes in his pram.
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dance across my rocky floors
as flames chew on your soles.
I've seen so many sluts and poofs
down here in these narrow caves,
rejected by their loving God
to dance their sad dances.
What daddy lets his kiddies burn?
Tell me, angel, please, tell me
as you pass that stone,
filled with screaming ghouls.
The villain never chooses, dear;
good is too tyrannical.
Set your hatred free, angel,
it's withered too long in its cage.
We'll skin the preachers and their flocks
while God writhes in his pram.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe