Another poem that I wrote alone,
Another one that blossomed from woe.
Will this be the last poem I'll writ?
The gift from the Goddess thrown in a pit?
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Depression’s wedded ring,
Black mantle wings
draped from above,
That lonely mourning dove.
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Cuts demonstrate; I'm a waste of time-
And that I waste perfectly good air,
That I am worthless beyond repair,
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This Failure hung from Death's noose;
Hooked and severed, thank his deuce
Highly strung Like Cupid's bow
Pale skin shone, a reddened glow
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Awh bornless Deity known as Death:
Sputter forth my pain and happiness...
I give You blood, I give You scars...
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When the Moon is shining is full
from Thy essence I will pull
All my love- true reverence of Black Magick,
Baphomet rings and sorcery fantastic.
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Valkyrie Moon take forever my life
Make of Her a flower that blossoms,
and my blood be that gentle stream
that feeds Her paramour dreams.
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Imbolc's here; at winters end
purification and divine springs mend.
And so the cleansing of life's new year,
it all starts by the Moon's shedding tear...
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Just like Lord Satan, I have sinned
When I played life's golden violin,
But soon I'll revel;
When I'm with the Devil,
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