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Vox Angelica


Bloodborn forlorn
where angels scorn
the enchanted

untames the raven
and all that dust
unspeakable theanthropical lusts

where deaths
fuck trucks
undaunted yens the mirror.

Darkness swells
and darkness sells
torn from time

breaches stretch and stretch and stretch
to streak across
that headless fire.

My outer space
is a wasteland grace
grazing stinking flood
of stolen freedom

candle and thorn
soars erupt
through bones in head
who wish me dead --

My songs
sweet lies
let it all steam thru

and reek of love
that hopeless fuel

caress my wings
unrepentant throng

unbreathable things
how we scrape along.

Heavens many obscene twists
coursing through

angelic swine
tangle my feet
in the body of time.

Grift vox angelica
where beauty is bound
to the wind

and the fallen
arise with oblivions
forgetless mercy

a song
to its slippery sins.

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