Jack, Come In, Back In Five
Anthony and Anna have painted a picture of a grey stoned castle
that’s floating on a cloud in an otherwise clear blue sky.
It sits upon a rock surrounded by trees, shrubs, and red roses,
and has steps leading up to a tower on its eastern side.
Pale yellow and green gaunt creatures patrol the battlements,
they appear as though their souls have been taken away.
Their moans and the noise from their dragging feet break the silence
that no other creature dare disturb night or day.
Through the shadows of the tower’s highest unframed window,
a creature looks out with it’s piercing blood red eyes.
Its attention had been caught by me as I stare into the painting
and I can feel it’s eyes pulling me from my earthly ties.
First of all my mind and then seconds later my body is taken,
transported into the creature’s dark fusty room.
Without warning its pointed teeth painlessly puncture my neck,
whilst the sun gives way to the brightest moon.
As the blood continues to be drained, my body sags with weakness
forcing me to my knees on the rough cold stone floor.
With my energy now depleted, my will to live is also being taken,
leaving me barely alive and unable to take much more.
With my blood dripping from its lips the creature snarled and hissed,
“You are mine body and soul, and you’ll come when I summon you,
so for now go back to the place from whence you came
until I become hungry, and the moon is full and new.”
Half dazed, I heard Anthony say to me, “We’re so sorry Jack,
but we were commanded by him not to tell anyone.
We came home one evening to find him sitting on our bed,
he then hypnotised us into painting this composition.
As you can see by the two marks on our necks
we have become part of his diet too.
We desperately wish we hadn’t painted him and his picture,
but it’s too late now, there’s nothing we can do.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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Origins
The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.
I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.
The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.
Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.
I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.
I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.
I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.
I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life
poem by Katherine Clark
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Origins
The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.
I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.
The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.
Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.
I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.
I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.
I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.
I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life
poem by Maura Herboldsheimer
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NEW Breath Of Life
I look has the sun rises to bring the end of a cold night
The breeze of the morning sun wakes up the world
But there are parts that don’t get touched by the sun
The dark figures rest in the shadows
The wait for the night to come alive
Blood thirsty with a moments notice
There are some people that can go into the shadows
They are outsiders of the mortal race
They want to learn about the magic that make up life
The dark figures tell the outsides about the way of the night
They ask an outsider to join their side
The outsider agrees without hesitation
He becomes a creature of both night and day
He gets a new breath of life
The power of love, hate and pain went thought his body
The day sun shined and hurt his eyes
He is becoming a werewolf
With blood boiling in his veins
He thinks what he did to his life
I am a creature of the night he yells to the moon
That this a sound he hears in his ears
He opens his eyes and finds that it was all a dream
Or was it
That night the full moon rise
And fur goes around him and he howls long and loud
Blood lust in his new eyes looking for a kill
He takes on a bear and eats until full
And runs away and wakes up to the sun again
Does not remember anything
Except a new breath of life
poem by Thomas Henderson
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My History Teacher
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
I sewed my heart up one little stich at a time
One shotty job done, it is true, but I
couldn't do it by myself, you coulda done the rest
But you went and ripped it right outta my chest
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
I wasn't even finished
I needed more thread
I got distracted by the
'Good' ideas you put in my head
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
You remind me of my delicate past
You remind me I'm good for nothing
You tell me that you love me[lies]
And remind me I wont be anything
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
You make me remeber what I've done
Because you make me remember I have no friends
You make me remeber It's all my fault
For making my happiness end
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
poem by Gabriella Franco
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Creature Of Silence
Alone in darkness
blackness of silence
The wanderers admired
this liquid emptiness.
Swallowed the sound of silence
clenched teeth, creature tested.
Silence is comforting
and then it is deafening.
Who sink and float
from it's denial existence,
choose to be against,
don't give advice if it is
a phase to struggle
because the creature of silence
struggling the crashing waves of oceans.
Who could have thought
the wise took the mistaken path
oh, not wise.
acting, pretending!
But who could have judge the unfinished journey,
yet?
The creature of silence
heard every beats,
every harsh and faint breath.
The painter painted the silence at dawn
painted the color of horizon
through the blinding brightness of the sun
then the hues fades at noon
the creature of silence also gone.
Into the blue sea
king fishers waited its prey
listening tentatively, hearing each pulse.
Dive and consume what its got
because voice blocked by mute
the noise defeated by silence
refuses to borrow boom from war
the creature never deserve piece of peace
only suffered the scars in silence
and the creator of silence laughed!
~~~~ Yellowbell Alamanda~~~~
poem by Yellowbell Alamanda
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Driving The Point
and then i look
straight on the face of
the creature fronting me
and we had an
eye contact
i was saying something
different
from what my eyes are
uttering and that
creature was not wise enough
to understand
what was driven
of course
i understand that my eyes
live in a different world
from my lips
and so does my heart
my soul and my
body
my feet too travel in
different direction
apart from what
i have in mind
nothing goes much
without unlike what war is waged therein
the winner is still
uncertain
the loser perhaps is so kind
to caress
the sadness of understanding
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Creature
A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea
Autumn dies serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below
In me twist a sudden cramp
In my heart I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen
What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear I have in me
I am numb to my memory
Ill believe than that youre dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So Ill believe than that youre dead
Second youre a loser, I spit on pretence
And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand
That, youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds and kind of dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Dies.
song performed by by Xymox
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Creature
A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea
Autumn dies serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below
In me twist a sudden cramp
In my heart I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen
What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear I have in me
I am numb to my memory
Ill believe than that youre dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So Ill believe than that youre dead
Second youre a loser, I spit on pretence
And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand
That, youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds and kind of dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Dies.
song performed by by Xymox
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Sudden Movement
The tiger's eye was on it fast!
A sudden movement seen!
Now on his feet, he stood at last,
His mind alert and keen...
His body leapt ten feet ahead
And landed with a crunch!
Of course, the reason that he sped
Was what he hoped was lunch!
The creature that he tracked was close,
Somewhere within the snow...
That's why he sniffed with downward nose
As low as he could go...
The creature stopped, no sound was heard...
A silence met his ears.
Then all at once, the creature stirred
And dashed to join his peers...
The tiger's eye was left and right
And saw the creature run
And all at once, the bird took flight...
And nothing could be done!
The tiger's sigh was long and drawn...
No lunch for him today!
When he laid down, he paused to yawn...
And there he chose to stay...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sudden Movement'.
The Stephen Gayford poems can be viewed here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Halloween Evening
The moon was lost behind a cloud
When something weird went by
I tried to see what it was
But it flew so fast and high.
I don'tbelieve in witches
But that is what I saw
Sailing high in the sky
On broomsticks made of straw.
The stars were gone the night was dark
When something else took place
I couldn't quite believe it
There was a gruesome face.
A skeleton with corpse like face
I viewed it in awe
I don't believe in zombies
But that is what I saw.
The howls and cries
Under the moons eerie light
A master of changing shape
With one infectious bite.
I don't believe in werewolves
But that is what I saw
Walking down the street
With blood stained jaw.
Another creature of the night
With fangs dripping red
A piercing bite upon your neck
Then you are bled.
I don't believe in vampires
But that is what I saw
Lurking near the graveyard
When the moon was low.
All too soon the mellow moon
Lights an empty late night street
Children dreaming, planning, scheming
For next years trick or treat..
© Hazel
poem by Hazel Connelly
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A silente creature
The silent creature
populates the human
minds
A silent creature
is invisible but
reliable and fizzy
This creature is
silent because she
needs to be
understood, refined and
she wants a
lot of aids
A silent creature
is an explosion
of life
To be a
silent creature is
a fresh and
wonderful sensation
A silent creature
is an angelical
messenger
She is a
happy, ancient, colorful
and vital imagine
A silent creature
tells many different
and interesting stories
Sometimes the silent
creature deceives to
defeat the racism
A silent creature
is defenseless from
the not curious
A silent creature
is a desirable
but desperate and
suspicious person
A silent creature
can be an
alter ego
She is a
guide of dignity
and human values
poem by Laura arwen
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The Creature Crawling
The creature crawling don't know when he'll arrive
Don't know if creature is dead or alive
All of god's creatures have the will to survive
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about all that ?
The creature crawling
The creature crawling
The creature crawling and he's coming up the road
He's crawling over to your area code
Crawling through the grass of your little abode
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about that ?
Did you know about all that ?
Whatcha gonna say ?
Whatcha gonna do ?
What goes around it comes around
One fine day
Look around
There will be nothing but you
song performed by by Frank Black
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Lastness
A black bear sits alone
in the twilight, nodding from side
to side, turning slowly around and around
on himself, scuffing the four-footed
circle into the earth. He sniffs the sweat
in the breeze, he understands
a creature, a death-creature,
watches from the fringe of the trees,
finally he understands
I am no longer here, he himself
from the fringe of the trees watches
a black bear
get up, eat a few flowers, trudge away,
all his fur glistening
in the rain.
And what glistening! Sancho Fergus,
my boychild, had such great shoulders,
when he was born his head
came out, the rest of him stuck. And he opened
his eyes: his head out there all alone
in the room, he squinted with pained,
barely unglued eyes at the ninth-month's
blood splashing beneath him
on the floor. And almost
smiled, I thought, almost forgave it all in advance.
When he came wholly forth
I took him up in my hands and bent
over and smelled
the black, glistening fur
of his head, as empty space
must have bent
over the newborn planet
and smelled the grasslands and the ferns.
poem by Galway Kinnell
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Today I Watched You Sleep
Today I watched you sleep
You looked so peaceful, a beautiful picture for my mind to keep
I wondered what heavenly dream you were having
For you had on a sweet easy smile; endearing
Watching you made my heart sing
I could almost feel it dancing
I caught myself smiling
Taylor Swift's Tim McGraw playing
I thought to myself, what a creature to behold
Always thought you a god, truth be told
Perfect brows, a well carved jaw
Lips of pure honey, God, I loved what I saw
Beautiful body, arms so strong
I could never go wrong
You felt so warm beside me, like a bottle of gin
To wake you would be a mortal sin
Like you read my mind
Your eyes slowly opened so deep and kind
I couldn't help but smile again
The look you gave me was like sunshine through the rain
I wish I had my paint, brush and canvas
Just imagine a moment so beautiful on canvas
Would send the Mona Lisa into oblivion
Instead, I sighed and closed my eyes
Carefully painting the picture in my mind, kinda like a golden sunrise
poem by Esperanza Chilupula
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The Beastie
hidden in the darkest recesses of my mind,
Hides an unmistakeable creature.
Fangs sharper than the shiniest steel
Its heart colder than ice.
Its eyes are of fire and lust.
Lust of blood and pain
Like the forever living demons that fly through hell
Bending the truth and truthing all the lies.
Forever loathing the angels abouve
Those who fly free with grace
the creatures toy with my mind
with my emotions and my soul
It has hurt me and it has hurt those around me
This creature is my love for you
poem by Katherine H. Belle
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The Blood That Moves The Body
(pal waaktaar)
Its the way we feel
Tonight
As if its all unreal
All right
My love, wont you come back to
Our love, you know Ill react to
The blood that moves my body
Now covers the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
Theres nowhere to go
Tonight
Lend some warmth to our cold
And lonely lives
Red stains on eyes of a blue dog
My pains fade as the interiors fog
The blood that moves my body
Now colours the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
Not long ago
It hurt us so
A tremble through our lives
The love and care...
The way we were
Lost its way at nights
Its the way we feel
Tonight
Lend some warmth to our cold
And lonely lives
My love, wont you come back to
Our love, you know well react to
The blood that moved our bodies
Now covers the ground...
Now covers the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
song performed by by A-Ha
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Breathstealer; the shade
Walking on night walking on air
stalking the moon and sailing through windows
weightless yet fair floating death without a care
having no compassion no empathy not a soul would dare
to defy the quick formless death...not a soul...
no medicine, no kind word, no comfort may console
one who has been claimed by the dark
one who bears his mark
to he i prophecy doom
he kisses ears with angelic voice, yet demonic...
the body dead not by choice that once ate those words... just a clump
no memories no soul all these rag dolls thrown asunder
the greatest murderer, stealer of souls invading each room
each kill breeds bloodlust the smell of death, thrill of the hunt
his job is done,
flawless, as he steals breath and soul
flawless, as he kills, all planned out, like a movie stunt
so horrid...there is no way, it cannot be real! no one taken whole
this creature, this shadow, this phantom, has come to claim another soul
this shade, at a car crash, the innocent unsuspecting. creature wanting to kill
wanting to spill fresh blood and steal more life bathing in the blood spill
flawless again as he danced on air whispering a curse,
in the broken window he groped closer darkness incarnate
darkness come to claim this one girl
she sat there and read a book
he gave her one look and just then and there the room froze
this phantom evil soldier crept ever closer, the girl now frantic closed eyes
looked down and.... a strange light began to appear and set was the stage
and suddenly a bright light and righteous rage it burned into the darkness
fleeing away, but not so quick not beaten
pooling all his strength the breathstealer took a stab, the white figure...
a strange substance dripping out, grimacing and grunting in pain he then
did raise his mighty sword and let it down with shout
this shade was no more defeated by an innocent girl, but it was time
for her, light incarnate moving forward.... sublime
the figure this angel this warrior this savior held out his hand
and the girl took it as they floated up together to go to His land
poem by David Knox
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Live Forever
You painted me a picture of tomorrow
A place where you and I walked hand in hand
A world without despair and without shadows
But things just didn't turn out how we'd planned
Now you're gone
(Chorus)
And I believe that there is somewhere
Where the angels fill the sky
And I believe we'll live forever
You and I, you and I
Will never die
I wonder if you knew that you were leaving
I thought that I saw something in your eyes
You painted me a picture of believing
I'll see you there on the other side
And I'll be there
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Sophia’s Tale
It all began on a cold winter’s night
as another cloud blocked out the full moon's light.
The wind’s loud howling could have woken the dead,
it also kept me awake as I lay in my bed.
Thunder clapped and lightening flashed shadows around my room,
rain poured down bringing with it a fusty smell and a sense of gloom.
White and blue flashes blinded me as the wind howled out a groan,
my heart seemed to sink to deeper depths than I’d ever known.
As an almighty crack of lightening struck a tree near by
I heard the loud scream of a woman fade and die.
My window rattled as though someone wanted to come in,
I breathed easier when it stopped, but it started again.
I got up to draw the curtains and saw a shadowy face looking at me,
I drew them quickly, so he couldn’t see.
Soft taps on the window like that of a finger nail or claw
sent my heart to my stomach. Oh, did I lock the door?
The door was locked and bolted, so I breathed a sigh of relief,
everything went calm and quiet including my chattering teeth.
I told myself not to be stupid for being so easily frightened,
and as I opened the curtains it again thundered and lightened.
Somehow my window swung open and a creature looked into my eyes,
at first they appeared to be bright red and evil, but then I realised
that this was a handsome man who was holding me in his arms,
I had no control as he kissed me; I couldn’t repel his charms.
My mind could only see this lover, so handsome, strong and tall,
but when I awoke I found scratches covering my all.
The white sheets and pillow on my bed were covered in blood,
at the time I felt no pain at all, but then I certainly could.
I was in shock and didn’t know what or how this happened to me,
but this man or beast took advantage and caused me injury.
I managed to see my doctor and also had my wounds dressed,
and he sent me to the police surgeon to have a semen test.
The police interviewed me and carried out a full investigation,
the forensics gave an unhelpful and confused explanation,
finger prints, body-hair and semen were not of a human kind
and they had no DNA records to help prove their find.
They said they would check all available international DNA banks,
but this would take time and would probably draw blanks.
I was told to get on with my life the best way that I could
and they’d inform me if enquiries led to anything good.
Over the short time my wounds heeled, but my mind did not
I kept getting flashes of memory recall that scared me a lot.
I had to move house to try to get away from the bad memories,
this helped until I discovered my pregnancy.
Now I was really worried and wanted to know what was inside of me.
The doctor told me that it was just a normal pregnancy,
but that didn’t make sense I hadn’t made love for quite a long time,
but I was raped by that creature who took over my mind.
The doctor tried to put an end to my anxious worries and concerns
and sent me to the clinic to see what could be learned.
The maternity staff scanned my tummy and viewed my womb
and concluded that for a clear picture it was just too soon.
They told me to return in a week when the picture would be much clearer,
so I was left with the thoughts of a creature that couldn’t be nearer.
In my nightmares I repeatedly saw a half human and half bear like creature,
but it kept changing shape to one without recognisable feature.
Later that night I saw myself having the baby in the centre of a stone circle,
but then the stones changed to devil like creatures so ugly and horrible.
The baby was born and shown to me, and it wasn’t of a human kind;
the rapist told me I must mother it with love and secrecy in mind.
With his finger nail he cut my neck and from it the baby began drinking,
and when I awoke I saw in the mirror the same cut was shrinking.
From this moment I realised that something supernatural was happening to me,
so I went to see a priest who referred me to a doctor with a paranormal degree.
I told him what had happened and he looked through many of his books,
showing me different creatures until he found one with the rapist’s looks.
He looked astounded and whispered, “That cannot be; it’s just a myth.”
But then he continued to read the ancient text that made sense of this.
It described a 6,000 year old supernatural race that once roamed the land,
which were hunted down and destroyed, but the last of them made a stand.
Mercilessly they fought using all of their physical and mental energy,
and before they died the leader departed his body by ritual ceremony
His body was never found and it is said that he lives as dust in the air,
and every 1000 years a storm will cause his body to appear.
His quest is to re-establish his race, so they can roam the earth again
and he has to plant his seed before he dissolves in the falling rain.
At least I now know that he won’t be back again at least while I’m alive
my problem now is his seed and to make sure it doesn’t survive.
I thanked the man for his help and now planned to have an abortion.
My doctor arranged all this and I attended a pre-op examination.
The examination and scans now proved that there was no baby in my womb,
so in fact I wasn’t pregnant and there was no further cause for gloom.
I returned home contented knowing the creature’s baby wasn’t inside me,
but it didn’t stop my nightmares of how the baby’s birth would be.
Every night my dreams explained in detail what I must do with the baby,
I went back to the doctors and told him that I thought I was going crazy.
He examined me again and carried out a test, and told me nothing was there,
and I should now go and see another doctor, who would remove my despair.
I thought I was going insane; I even felt the baby kicking inside,
I knew it was using its powers by fooling the doctors to hide.
I didn’t know what to do, so I returned to the guy who helped me before,
I told him about everything and he agreed this was possible, for sure.
I also told him that I was scared not just for me, but for the human race
and would he help me to get rid of it, so that it didn’t leave a trace.
He said he was sorry and couldn’t get mixed up in anything unlawful
and I should seek help from my doctor or anyone medical.
People either think I’m mad or they just won’t help, whatever was I to do,
I had to think of something, but had I the strength to see this through?
After several weeks of thinking I decided to have the birth in a deep hot bath
I’d fill it with the hottest water and let the baby suffer my wrath.
Eventually I went into labour, so I got the scissors and filled the tub with water
I also placed knives in handy places in readiness for the creature’s slaughter.
My water broke, so I went upstairs for my bath, undressed and stepped in,
the baby was coming, but I had second thoughts of committing this sin.
My stomach pains were unbearable and slaughter had left my mind,
I had to get this birth over with and leave my hatred behind.
As it started to come away it’s growling brought me back to my senses
I grabbed a knife and stabbed between my legs while it was defenceless.
With the growling and splashing over, I lay back relieved that all was done;
in tears and exhausted I knew that I couldn’t have carried on.
When I’d regained some strength I had a feeling of contentment and I felt good,
but when I looked down nothing was there, no umbilical cord or blood.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Cult Of Ray
The creature crawling don't know when he'll arrive
Don't know if creature is dead or alive
All of God's creatures have the will to survive
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
The creature crawling
The creature crawling and he's coming up the road
He's crawling over to your area code
Crawling through the grass of your little abode
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Did you know about that?
Whatcha gonna say?
Whatcha gonna do?
What goes around it comes around
One fine day
Look around
There will be nothing but you
song performed by by Frank Black
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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