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Superbia

2054
Mon, 14 Dec 2009 at 10:59pm

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O’ Lucifer! Let me closer To lick your brittle shine As daylight casts a counterpart O’ shadow, such alikeness! If I could meet you in the flesh - But no, This echo; merely an image Shall but nullify the pulchritude of one’s self Venus! Adonis! Cry you in envy of my splendour? Even my tongue is one of more merit Than your svelte. I have ripped the feathers from a thousand peacocks - Dripping with stagnation Shrieking in shame. And now, now I barrage and destroy you; Garrotting your children; Smothering your singing; Pillaging your air Molesting your water Crucifying your wind Laughing at your fire. Now, I condemn you For I walk amongst the stones of fire But you and I are not unlike - Profane is our terrestrial love Vain is our celestial love Yet O’, how ardent is your fire! Cinders of humility An ash of weak hypocrisy Maudlin and unchafed Oppressed, to mediocrity. Now, I condemn you.
radio___clash
2009-12-27
"lick your brittle shrine" sounds dirty