07-02-2003, 08:41 PM
To see, see the swarthy sky
and marvel at its big blood ochre depths...
..so tell me, Duriel do you wonder why
the Annelida ignore our grunts?
And, do their foobly stares
make you feel a pithy fly?
I can tell you, they are worried by
your turgid frouggery growth
that looks like a spongy purple mold.
What's more, it knows your
uvulated premasticated
bial smells of a fetid infected sore.
Everything under the big swarthy sky
asks why, why do you even bother?
Only you have the charms of that chitin shell
that see's you to and back from hell.
An exercise in revolting poetry, aimed at inducing the maximum amount of pain.
and marvel at its big blood ochre depths...
..so tell me, Duriel do you wonder why
the Annelida ignore our grunts?
And, do their foobly stares
make you feel a pithy fly?
I can tell you, they are worried by
your turgid frouggery growth
that looks like a spongy purple mold.
What's more, it knows your
uvulated premasticated
bial smells of a fetid infected sore.
Everything under the big swarthy sky
asks why, why do you even bother?
Only you have the charms of that chitin shell
that see's you to and back from hell.
An exercise in revolting poetry, aimed at inducing the maximum amount of pain.
”There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." - Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio.
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