The face of Satan did not budge
He grew in size from the old sludge
Down the hatch, down the hatch!
What was it like to be in the watch?
Cast out from Heaven at the new dawn
Did you have time to pack your scented bags
Say farewell to the lovers long lost
Keep your favorite games inside a lawn?
Or were your goods so confiscated
Was your temper obliterated?
Had you the rings of Jupitero
Still in temperatures below null?
Your party is quite loud, not rhythmic
It is not even rhythmic, Satan!
Do you not know what proper music is?
The dust is in my eyes, oh God, why
The dust is in my lungs
I cough up the dusty
The dust is on my tongue
The dust, the dust, the dust!
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Horror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
