Daton's Voice Blog
The Hand
Posted on 04/01/2009 | In: Daton's Voice Blog (2:31, 42 plays)
An unforgotten soul lingers in the ambits of horrors Lost in the torments of these earthly delights A clean counterparty that lustrates in the indications of the fowled mind A disgusting thing that warms the insides of the overthrown And tends to the wounds of sick and greedy retro crates A fowl thing that admits and partum’s evils in our minds It desolates me giving my body a full despoliation of rapacious sensation Violating my every border taking my areas and bombing them with a deceivers delight Consequences take effect and the borders of the watch men temp me into death It distorts images of the mind and dragnets them into a reality peering into the unapproved darkness It fibs a tale of the unique and bounds a key made from fiery brimstone of the deepest volcanic acids A harp, fettle and a flute it can play. Also it plays the sword and the axe the reception of hatred and revenge A broken record that has been played for centuries over and over copulating the destruction of men ability to create Seas and rivers over flow with bodies and blood mixed in with the blue water The fallen that descries at the tips of its nails immortalizes in statues made of powerful people In this picture I see hate! In this picture I see pain! In this picture I see the beginning and ending! In this picture I see death! Written by Daton L Fluker
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