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THE ABOMINATIONS
From the deep reaches of the cosmos are things greater than Man,
Where sand is water and the sky is sand.
Beyond the space beyond space is a place laced with a race
Of tentacled horrors awaiting the grace of their God.
Visions of gaseous bodies floating above the stars
The snapping claws of a deity reaching for sinners afar.
Ancient ones with spines on their hides
The glorious things of which we strive
To be like the abominations.
They are the coming apocalypse outside the storm
Slithering oddities with suckers, teeth and horns.
A sight of delights of darkened twilight before the night
The shadows within the corners that bare
The scars of crossing the universe in rays of sunlight.
Free to roam about the Heaven as is their right.
World-crushers and eater of the Earth
To give a chance of rebirth.
They are the abominations.
You can see them if you look through the viewing glass
Out between the burning sun and the black hole pass.
They swoon with tunes of burning runes within the tomb,
A doomsday prophecy coming to light.
Giant bloated beauties make a total eclipse,
Like the kiss of death from Death’s rancid lips.
They are like sharpened stakes
Impaled in the dead god’s wake.
They are the abominations.
Where sand is water and the sky is sand.
Beyond the space beyond space is a place laced with a race
Of tentacled horrors awaiting the grace of their God.
Visions of gaseous bodies floating above the stars
The snapping claws of a deity reaching for sinners afar.
Ancient ones with spines on their hides
The glorious things of which we strive
To be like the abominations.
They are the coming apocalypse outside the storm
Slithering oddities with suckers, teeth and horns.
A sight of delights of darkened twilight before the night
The shadows within the corners that bare
The scars of crossing the universe in rays of sunlight.
Free to roam about the Heaven as is their right.
World-crushers and eater of the Earth
To give a chance of rebirth.
They are the abominations.
You can see them if you look through the viewing glass
Out between the burning sun and the black hole pass.
They swoon with tunes of burning runes within the tomb,
A doomsday prophecy coming to light.
Giant bloated beauties make a total eclipse,
Like the kiss of death from Death’s rancid lips.
They are like sharpened stakes
Impaled in the dead god’s wake.
They are the abominations.
Published 10th Sep 2013
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10th Sep 2013 10:53am
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10th Sep 2013 7:56pm
17th Sep 2013 1:54pm
Sometimes I say fuk, and sometimes I DAM...
Well Holy muther of Fuk MAN... DAM... This was right on, REALY dig this one, made room so could add to me reading list, catch ya on the flip side friend...
Well Holy muther of Fuk MAN... DAM... This was right on, REALY dig this one, made room so could add to me reading list, catch ya on the flip side friend...
17th Sep 2013 5:30pm
glad to have you here. I wasn't sure if anyone really liked this one. I guess I'm proven wrong. \m/