Best Song Betrayal Poems
AEONIA-
AEONI-
AEON-
Vestal purity, all men succumb- the Virgin whose eyes stare silver beams- crystallizing his very soul. He, and all who gaze upon she.
Aeonia writhes behind fallen lids, unable to awake. Betrayal of her psyche-. Silk whispers upon her sweat soaked skin. 1000 nights have come and gone as she still writhes, unable to awaken.
Her **** swallows the evil the world has delighted in - all betrayal, lies and sin.
Dripping from between her great legs are left the dregs of green heat,
jealous heat that slides down and puddles on the floor.
The vacuousness of her **** has left no good...
fear, hatred and rage are ****ed inside of her... pounded into her birthing, ever birthing animosities.
Sludgy sperm of bastards evil- threaten to fertilize her eggs. Gray fetuses passing through her pose the question- "Why?"
She dares not answer, for to open her mouth would invite flies to lay their maggot eggs upon her very tongue...
Still she cannot- dare not open her eyes...not yet.
Screams! tortured hyena throes of Thorazine echo in her mind.
Do Not Open Your Eyes!
Aeonia- and her aeons!
Ever lay bare and never to see, never to move.
Aeonia! Why have the gods punished you? Fair one of the crystalline silver eyes?
Time immemorial, leperous tongue dies piece by piece, inch by inch until nay but a smarted stub exists.
Who hears you anyways? No one to hear your cries whore!
Whore of all women, shall we call you Eve?
Cocks of man and gods and kings all rape your syphallic cave-
one by one.
Whore! You are blamed! Oh Aeonia, for misbegotten deeds by every wife, woman and queen!
Succubi, WITCH! A potion of cat claws and rat maws you brewed, from Adam to the last man standing, you are to be blamed! For his infidelity, his disease, his shame!
A scornful Song thats' undesirable and unstoppable.
Where our flesh holds a thousand stripped souls. Dimminshed by its inablity of
resistance.
Our mind and soul manipulated,
and blurred from all source of benevolence.
Abducted by this incarciration
pulled by an abyss of departed spirits.
We're compelled to compress into the compulsion of hellish proportions.
And fed into our hearts'the compunction of betrayal and denial of his prime expectations.
Departing from our flesh as were sitting at the core of ignited brimstones,
our souls are surroneded by flames left deathless.
With inflammation and suffocation surronding our nation.The trembles of it's terror are
abruptly endless.
Where screams are seen but not perceived
the heavy splash of blood is but a scornful song of sorrow in the temple of his
mercifulness.