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05-17-11, 12:49 AM #38
It may be red, but its not dead.
A dog chewed then pulled the screaming zombie into a grassy knot. Lines of blood criss and crossed the ground. A head was still preaching about the end of the world.
Fine things like a pick axe, or a chain saw. They where the heros of the day. A scrambling sky dripped blood from all the red waters.
Screaming like the star it was, the ground waved. And rolled in the light. The last life of a man like me was screaming as a dead man chewed on his skull.
The black cats eyes still ticked and tocked with the tail. And the death still bred with the dead, making life. On it went for what was like a school of fish.
Endless eyes, all the same. All looking all seeing, yet everyone of them different. One told me this and one told me that. Look long and hard.
The planet wanted to be with you, and you where all ready part of the game. But the horror, the screams, the pain... Oh the pleasure set you apart. The dog chewed on the dead man as the dead man chewed on the screaming youth.
Riddle in all, a bug would say as it flew into the twitching red eye of the half dead dog. And it ate, and it ate, and it ate. And then it sang... In the white bone like moon. Faces, they always looked they same in the line of infinity. Suffer, you poor, poor, living thing. And bask in the joy of death, as it enjoys, the dieing.
Bloody furr. Bloody furr. Shake it off and make the next one the first one. Teeth, cleaned with the crunching of bones. And the mans last, asked of the weather, and if the bad ones still kill.
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04-23-12, 09:09 PM #39
blood, terrible blood. the teeth they snap! they crunch, a face. Smiles into the sun, wind blows, blue sky. And snap! the teeth crunch. A face bore a skull, and the bone met the wind.
Fresh wounds, and the flesh talked to itself, one flap to the other. And stiches would start to play. Would you do this, or would you do that? The raven sat with the bat...
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05-13-12, 05:44 PM #40
Many man meet the same face, its in the mirror. Its in, everything. The face, distorting, morphing, and evolving to take its masters form. A brain can do fine, the ears are starting to bleed though, and then the eyes start to black out as the shadows start to bloom in the minds eye. twitching light, a tick, a tock. Oh time was just stalking its next victem, with mouth wide open, red gaping hole, head the size of a stove, its wants you. And it burns hotter as the dead pop and snap along the furnace, the embers breathe your name. Yooooouuuuuuu. and snap and crack and the fire burns along, spreading through your veins and into your soul. Wishing you where dead as life still wants your teeth to nash and grind into anything that moves, and is alive.
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