Thighbones Poems - Poems about Thighbones

...The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The a......

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...Cast out devils Once holy building Deserted and abandoned No more holy rites Dead vicar’s skull and thighbones Used by Satanists there now * A true story - the Satanists were forced to leave and ......

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...Furious I rushed to strike, My fists were all made and, The inner violence riveted all on target, I swiveled and swirled on my toes, And took that mighty sweep, As my muscular armature shook and......

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