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Wolf Blood The Wolf moved through the night with little more than a rustle, rushing through his wooded territory with haste and fury.  His thirst heated the night and the wood was aflame around him, blazing in his wake as he howled his pain.  Sorrow drove him mad as his paws beat the soil beneath them, propelling him further into the darkness. “Aooooo- Ahooooooo . . .” His brothers and sisters cried out around him, unseen but always heard, their spirits always near.  They made his head hurt, their voices crawling in his mind, pulling at the pieces of his brain.  He feared his skull would crack if he did not find silence. Gone, th

NECROLUSION Kiss the rose that lay On Lucifer's grave today Taste the dew that drips From the bloodied thorn's sharp tip Hear the whisper clear Of Death, whom wanders near Close your eyes and dream Of things you've never seen In death you will not sleep In life you shall not weep The songyou'll hear tonight Will not bring you fright Through the door you'll step And night you'll intercept With purposes in mind Of the sordid sort of kind The Alabaster stone Marks the grave of one unknown Who slipped into then ight To see a tortured sight He drew upon his sword His life he could afford If to save his soul Before the 13th

Somewhere Somewhere A child Lays dirty And cold Tired And sick Weak Dieing Someday You'll go And walking Down the street You'll see A man A woman Tattered And torn Tired And Sick Hungry Will you See Feed them Clothe them Pay For a room Will you Reach out Touch them Hold them Will you Comfort them Or Will you Walk Past Leave them Trembling Dieing Grasping For help Somewhere You'll find Yourself Alone Tired And huingry But Will you Die Fade Someday You'll be Tired Dieng But You'll find Yourself Warm And safe In bed Will you Think Of them Think Of then Will you Remember Re

There was once a child unknown As ageless as she be nameless Whose eyes held naught but despair Whose words were but imaginings upon the breeze As impenatrable as Mother's womb Father's voice was but an eclipse Forming her into his depraved image Creating in her a sordid power To be called forth at his whim And bathe the masses in darkness But a doll for him to mold He painted upon her fear Cold and bleak And carved within her a chasm To fill her with a timorous desire Grossly consuming Dreams were crushed beneath his ascendant fist Never allowed to be borne Nightmares given a hold On a mind grown weary Under the weight of