- rest in peace… and if you won"t, i"ll come and rip your lungs out… again!
The Holy Grandmother
she doesn"t see, she doesn"t wait,
she doesn"t smell your trail
so go, and hide, and be my bait
in sickly game of no avail
though i"m averse
to daylight slaughter
she has to curse
the one who cursed her
she hides and seeks,
her predator instincts
will set her on priests,
her ravishing insects
a nun in a public house,
a dove among ravens -
so that"s her disguise
she uses in caverns
beware, but you lead me
i don"t care for nothing
after dawn you don"t seek me -
i"ll lie somewhere rotting
(19 сентября 2000, 17:11)
Un w holy
© Copyright: Alhora, 2001
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