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Virgin Bride (Free verse) by TwilightDawned In the midst of the night is when I fly
To the doorstep of my Virgin Bride.
I give her love, pleasure and pain,
What comes next is to her dismay.
She lies on the floor-moaning with pain.
I stab my knife into her brain.
Drawing blood onto her face-
Bloody finger paints.
Drawing symbols of my God
Tying her to the cross for all to see.
When she comes down she'll be my Bride to be.
Up the ladder:
death
Down the ladder:
The Washing
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Posted: July 5, 2004 2:21 PM PDT; Last modified: July 5, 2004 2:21 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.1035285 Overall Rank: 13308 Comments:
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Shardik @ 24.130.62.63
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5-Jul-04/9:12 PM
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Fecund maggotry of the lowest rung.
Bob Sagat blowing Jung
Unrefutable evidence of a mind unstrung.
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