Samael Wolf Poems

Everywhere, as far as the eye can see
attractive blondes, everywhere it seems
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Which came first?

the booze or the poet?
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Is something you never see
we cry alone
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Quench this eternal thirst
my lips long for your river
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Bind me in your passion
enthrall me with your wiles
take me to your limits
better if you have none
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The times may change but this heart

remains the same, the lonely warrior poet.
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Some things I never touch

in this house, I try not
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Error message, reboot!
Oh hell, its done it again
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a cold october rain is falling tonight
all is quiet except for the cars passing
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Neither old, or young
rich or poor
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