The Book Of The Undead Alchemist ' Poem by Verlecia fields
The Book Of The Undead Alchemist '
in the sound of metal
in the grind of the night
speaks the priests of underworld delights
arise deceased beast, be yet reborn
rise with blood on your horns~
make too your minions, with fire in toll
burn earth's, evolution and more
covered in ash, stained with blood
atom Bible, earth's unloved~
aka: lyricvixen
Monday, February 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: deceased,earth
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