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Dead Cow Farm

An ancient saga tells us how
In the beginning the First Cow
(For nothing living yet had birth
But Elemental Cow on earth)
Began to lick cold stones and mud:
Under her warm tongue flesh and blood
Blossomed, a miracle to believe:
And so was Adam born, and Eve.
Here now is chaos once again,
Primeval mud, cold stones and rain.
Here flesh decays and blood drips red,
And the Cow’s dead, the old Cow’s dead.

poem by Robert Graves
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Dead Alive

Mourned to be the one -
To wake -
To live -
To see -
To walk -
Alive but dead -
Days by day, my oasis lives by the colour of night -
Energies of the living, absorbed -
To live in the between of dead -
Peace to be found, the yard where we spade the graves -
Where tombs act the way of stones -
The dead of the flowers, vase the portrait of a future to be -
Flesh to earth, invested to be inverted -
Still born -
Aged we pass to birth -
To be boned -
To die in death

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Devil's Night

a lust for blood a horrors night
a longing for the taste of innocent
flesh demons come out to play
when the nights hour is none
let the rest less rise and roam
through the streets of the living
let all awake hear the screams
as blood stains the nights streets
reward the wicked with a personal
lick of the tongue down the neck
as the blood filled vains pop in your
mouth feel alive again as your thrist
for blood is lifted
feed my children feed rip the life out of
the living let all your my children feed
allow the living to fear when the nights
none let only the wandering souls of the
dead roam these streets
cause tonight we feed like
kings on to the flesh of the living
let all a sleep awake to the horried streets
an when the nights bright let the
shattered memories of former friends
mothers, children, father be seen in a pool
of there own blood as we rest to return again
when the clock strights 3am and the night
becomes none =] hahaha until tomorrow my pretties
until tomorrow

poem by Robert Roberts
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Montsgur

I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret that they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god will know his own
The innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the choruse to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book of old testament crippled and black
Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of life
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god know his own
Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their grave
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars and to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Acid Flesh

Great white eyes
Bleed away the
Trembling sound
No more time
Body spasm deep
And passing
Acid flesh
Human river stepping
Stones of
Love and death
A living legends legacy yeah!
Hustler of the dead
Revolution steals the world
And turns the sky to red
Home sweet hellhole to the
Last man on earth
See what the face of evil
Is truely worth yeah!
Turn your eyes
To the sky
A corpse of blue
Night is time
Growing strong
With every moment
Acid flesh
Chaos pulsing
In my viens yeah!
Hell house temptation
Walk on to salvation
Cold steel-pain trust
Hot blood-forever lust
Raw horror make cheap thrills
Twitch the nerve get your fill
Razor make clean cut
River red so what
Gut twisting holiday
Skin dripping pay to play
Stain is blood
Without a doubt
Godslayer action
Eye to fist
Fist to eye
Dig the war anyway
Killing time
Killing time
Bending cracks up
In my mind
Bite down
Bite down
Money burns
In my hands
I cant seem to
Get enough
Hammerhead
Says to you
Love is the one
Thing money can buy
Bite down
Bite down
Down
Down

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Acid Flesh

Great white eyes
Bleed away the
Trembling sound
No more time
Body spasm deep
And passing
Acid flesh
Human river stepping
Stones of
Love and death
A living legend's legacy yeah!
Hustler of the dead
Revolution steals the world
And turns the sky to red
Home sweet hellhole to the
Last man on earth
See what the face of evil
Is truely worth yeah!
Turn your eyes
To the sky
A corpse of blue
Night is time
Growing strong
With every moment
Acid flesh
Chaos pulsing
In my viens yeah!
Hell house temptation
Walk on to salvation
Cold steel-pain trust
Hot blood-forever lust
Raw horror make cheap thrills
Twitch the nerve get your fill
Razor make clean cut
River red so what
Gut twisting holiday
Skin dripping pay to play
Stain is blood
Without a doubt
Godslayer action
Eye to fist
Fist to eye
Dig the war anyway
Killing time
Killing time
Bending cracks up
In my mind
Bite down
Bite down
Money burns
In my hands
I can't seem to
Get enough
Hammerhead
Says to you
Love is the one
Thing money can buy
Bite down
Bite down
Down
Down

song performed by by White Zombie
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Why

Why
By: Adam M. Snow

What have you done! ?
Another scar carved into your flesh,
The feelings of lost and betrayal haunts you,
You lay now in a pool of red,
Your life is gone, you're now dead.
What have you done! ?
Your flesh is cold,
Not a life in you,
Not a memory to hold.
What have you done! ?

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Lines Written On Hearing The News Of The Death Of Napoleon

What! alive and so bold, O Earth?
Art thou not overbold?
What! leapest thou forth as of old
In the light of thy morning mirth,
The last of the flock of the starry fold?
Ha! leapest thou forth as of old?
Are not the limbs still when the ghost is fled,
And canst thou move, Napoleon being dead?

How! is not thy quick heart cold?
What spark is alive on thy hearth?
How! is not HIS death-knell knolled?
And livest THOU still, Mother Earth?
Thou wert warming thy fingers old
O’er the embers covered and cold
Of that most fiery spirit, when it fled--
What, Mother, do you laugh now he is dead?

'Who has known me of old,' replied Earth,
'Or who has my story told?
It is thou who art overbold.'
And the lightning of scorn laughed forth
As she sung, 'To my bosom I fold
All my sons when their knell is knolled,
And so with living motion all are fed,
And the quick spring like weeds out of the dead.

'Still alive and still bold,' shouted Earth,
'I grow bolder and still more bold.
The dead fill me ten thousandfold
Fuller of speed, and splendour, and mirth.
I was cloudy, and sullen, and cold,
Like a frozen chaos uprolled,
Till by the spirit of the mighty dead
My heart grew warm. I feed on whom I fed.

'Ay, alive and still bold.' muttered Earth,
'Napoleon's fierce spirit rolled,
In terror and blood and gold,
A torrent of ruin to death from his birth.
Leave the millions who follow to mould
The metal before it be cold;
And weave into his shame, which like the dead
Shrouds me, the hopes that from his glory fled.'

poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Your Flesh Is So Nice

(j.buckley)
I want to tell you a story
About a little cutey
She's ass-slappin' pretty
And voluptous fingers
Wanna let her lick me
Stick the thick of my pussy
From across the street
She looks good enough to eat me
Kitty! your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so nice
Let me take a bite
Your flesh is so nice.
Oh, i take off my belt
Oh, i whip the staircase
(whip the staircase)
Kill all the men
Everything's dead to them
You're the only one i follow
Come on and let me give you that "o".
Your flesh is so nice
I wanna take you twice
Your flesh is so nice
Oooo your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so nice
Wanna take a bite
Your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Nice
(repeat)

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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History Stones People.

History stones people.

They stoned Moses, David and Linclon,
history did that for all to see

Marbel and cement,
that's all it leaves behind
of a long changing life.

Great heroes of time,
fall under the mercy
of the sculptor's knife.

History stones faces,
in a way that would make
ecclestias cringe.
History stones feet,
in a way that would make
piligrims cry.

History stones life
to always stay fresh,
yet, what is life without
the sins of the flesh.

All the radical kids
get stoned
and never change
or even move a muscle.

All the sword raising warriors
history stoned
without blood in their veins.

You can see all the victims
that history stoned
when you walk in the park,
they got kings
and queens
hell, they even got Gods.

They are there captive
in history's stones,
never to be again what they were;
wilting flesh and
breakable bones.

People look up at them
they are victims too.
History's stones fall far,
even on to you.

Those stoned to live
are like the ones stoned to die.
enslaved to the search
of the frozen smile.

Life is a burning bush
that doesn't get consumed.
not a dead rock
or a statue of history.
It's a fusing wind
of happinnes and misery.
An exploding volcano
of courage and fear.
It is the stem of the flower
struggling through the seasons
to stand and bloom
above the drying soil.

Life is the fighting wave
you see at sea
forgotten and denied
by the stones of history.

poem by Samuel Katz
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Insomnia

Curl up tight into a ball
Curl my body against the soil
Staring up here
At the cathedral wall
I will sleep tonight
Be a baby. forget it all
Be a baby watch the quiet stones
Massive friend cathedral wall
I will sleep tonight
A mother to the living
A mother to the dead
Silent as the moonlight
I come to lay my head
And i won't know you. anymore
The peckish evening rolls once more
Into the ravenous night
Of hunger pains
That keep our troubled souls awake
A mother to the living
A mother to the dead
My ghost will drink the moonlight
Magic stones my heart and bones
And i won't know you. anymore
She's cold and she knows peace. cathedral wall
She's cold. she shows. i borrow
Keep away
Keep you away my love, my love
And pray
I might sleep tonight
The violence of my heartbeat
The violence of the blood
I will sleep with the cathedral
And, one day, you'll give up
And i will love you
But i won't know you
Anymore

song performed by by Marillion
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An Only Begotten Son

Joseph and Mary
your son Isaiah 9: 6-7
is only first born Matthew 1: 16

without original sin
human stain
of Adam and Eve Genesis 3: 1-18

only child
born without
original sin Matthew 20: 28

an immaculate Matthew 1: 18
conception Matthew 1: 23
awaited virgin birth Matthew 1: 25

third perfect
human being
second Adam Hebrews 7: 28

only perfect soul
tempted by sin
that did not fall Mark 1: 13

God incarnate
in flesh
our long promised John 1: 14

Messiah born John 1: 41-42
into the world
in Bethlehem Matthew 2: 1

Adam made by
God’s own hands
shaped in red clay

God breathed breath
of life into Adam
spark of life living soul Genesis 2: 7

Eve rib taken
from Adam in sleep
flesh of his flesh

soul of his soul
God created first man
God created first woman Genesis 2: 20-23

in the beginning
was the Word
the Word was with God John 1: 1

the Word was a God
all things came into
existence through him

apart from him
not even one thing
came into existence John 1: 1-3

Lord Jesus Christ John 20; 28
Our Lord and Saviour Acts 13: 23
The Blood of the Lamb John 1: 29

For God
loved the world
so much

that he sent
his only
begotten son John 3: 16

as a ransom
sacrifice for our sin 1Timothy 2: 6
to save the world John 3: 17

so that all people
exercising faith in him
would not be judged John 3: 18

but be saved
given eternal life
for there is one God

and one mediator
between God and men
a man Christ Jesus 1Timothy 2: 5

who said
I am the way
the truth

and the life
and no one
comes to God

except through me John 14: 6

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Written In Passion Blood

love is written in warm passion blood
life is written in lust stirring flow blood
union is written in rich soul merging blood
blood in all union gift birth children born

blood bled in surge birth new life
blood corrupted death end finale life
blood love warm pure pumps renewal

blood flesh pierced sword's blade
blood climatic performance act ends
blood in taste of virgin experience death

contradiction the birth of life the birth of death
music cosmic soars at moment of conception
a moment seals love passion or life rape ripped

life poem writ contains such complexity such depth
lucky are lines life focus love given in glad glee read
glad for startling insight thoughts reflections merry

poem by Terence George Craddock
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