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Verse XIII (A)

wher once was something nothingness againe when is it that thee shall find the end written


knot riddled corpses settling into fire of the abyss deep below the surface of the face hidden


death belabours me death infinity death what couldst thou want from me and when is it that


thee shall find the beginning again written before the end was tied tight round the noose led


feet for deserts sand hot burning through and through the soul heat rising temperature for


molten chains leaving scarred remains falling to pieces like rainfalls of rain falling diamonds


shine liquid magnificense like broken glass needs blood for survival of the fittest realm falling


away flowing downstream in hideous greens and rainbow spider legs for woods last stand


before blood soaked the surface of the face engulfed with flames behind the mirror shining


openly for lost kingdoms crumbling stone all shattering mirrored reflection of the child kings


home exploded without remorse for the code written beneath the church on the horse bone


flute lifts from the broken needs suspended floating midairs drifting garden massacre all of


them patterns in colourways forgotten memory with remembrances revelry for some kind for


the epiphany of the wings flying for white feathers last puff ripped the body from the hull of


the ship before the mast was laid to waste by the steeple before the church was conceived


what colour was the horse this time beneath the ancient burial ground of palaces built for


bones of the skeletons tripping dripped mindless dews fall from clouds to find the ground is


ancient more alive than deaths best dressed blasphmy drowning beneath ice laid pond for


theives on the cave whom find nought the way in whom findest nought exists round them


enter again and find thyself graver than tunnels leading to hallways corner open ended and


againe fall from historys shelf with the knife laid deeper within the spine worn leather strap


whipping behind the shoulder for the backwards upraisal for the clouds summoning before


the light was seperated from the darknesss before the mirror was hung to dry for the paint


was eyes coloured mystery from horses flight in circles found weaponized the mind to fight


what was it that writing again what is it that writes where was once the table set and candle


bought from the beggers hand himself taken from one of the baskets three before the show


began before the music took away the scenary before the sky ripped cloudless black abyss


full to the overflowing brim with naked bodies collapsed dust blown from the frame of the


shining mirror in hideous abundance of the dance of death for dust for sand from the hand


thrown midairs flight for a knife and when the whirling madddnesssess flipped the hourglass


for a diamond spinning atop the table propped ready for the explosion of the barrels wick


stepped on twice before the match was lighted and the angel died grasping the key that


opens heaven's gate rain fell and in falling hit the ancient ground running for the labrynth


in the mind of the beast changes rapidly overgrowing vinery talking flowers speak riddling


things only birds understand only bees handwritten lettre red for blood from the feet of the


walking slave between deserts mirage vanishing enter again hallways glimmer for candles of


the caves spark the match light the fuse and we're off again through the door in the center


of the room serpentine spiraling as each step taken the second hand moves yet once every


million years as the minute hand rounds again off the hourglass the reflection of the light


from the mirror at the end of the hallway shining off a diamond hanging from a chain molten


from the black fire surrounding everything flowers wilt and die collapse explode crushed for


spells wicked torture crushed exploded collapses lives again before the hour glass drops a


grain of sand the pyramid alignment with the setting sun for stars arise within the fountain


flowing just a glimmer it was just a rippling echo from the stone thrown before the reflection


of the white mask in the mirror caught the eyes shimmering from the glass broken for the


diadem's diamond spinning atop the table set for the date with flowers from the gardens


greatest menagrie pulled again by the slave whomst job it is to keep the master walking


knees falling for teacups calling the time wrenched for breaking teeth biting the hand that


is keeping the key from the gate behind the stone placed in the trunk for a chest antique


covenant of curious more curious than awake more dead than asleep more alive than the


eyes captured glare all colours through the diamond at the centre of the hourglass break


again the mirror and shatter for white escaping dresses lift from running legs horrorshow for


the madness that is naked in the garden drip white mask white mask close the gate and turn


the latch hide the key and find all things elementary in the cemetary for a grave fountain is


far past empty needst thou more than a date round the table for slaves reflection of the knife


of the face of the mirror leaving and returning again and again and again seperating into


repition of minds floating like galaxies in space one murderous eye at the centre place wher


the diamond crushed for dust and sparkling trails of lightless dawn golden minds exploding


for the egg shell crawling round and round the floating notes of the flutes embrace barely


to the lips of the beggers snakes serpentine around the baskets three whom so devises to


choose which is which and where are we now the child king in the tree waiting for the gypsy


to fall asleep just so sure it was the entrance of the cave now bleeding just now bled for a


diamond's light lost before the reflections take hold of the mind and find thyself more lost


before the step in the desert sand becomes all encompassing madness for sanity is written


long before time was created and space was a distant memory longing to rise like sun does


each day again and every night descend the stairway round the pit carrying the candle lit


round the stairs the ascension and clasp the ankles then and the wrists rises the stone as the


tree of life grows and behind it endless nothingness nothing more than and nothing less

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