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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 11: Der Sturz von Uriel - 2007-2008

Anath, Verschlingen Sie Mich

Tödliche Liebe

My witch

How I weep for her

To let her feast on me
Slice me to pieces
Take me raw

But I flee

Ever I flee

Dionysian

Now is the time of my fall
Where I desiccate
Burrowing into the shades of death

Only wait my Anath

Wait until spring

Then

Then you can devour me

If you would reap this harvest

© 2008, Mosquitobyte

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