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Lord Byron Gave Mary Her Shelly (Ode) by horus8
Did Lord Byron give you your faith - - In monsters resolute to ringing their wraith? Did he screw your step sister tasteless While summoning cruciformed purists. Did his poetry bring you to listen To the hip sway of some panting vixen Sending your lover mad to the basement To dwell on horned ghastly ooze rent. He made his guests wager their souls As a game, but was it learned behavior? To the weak minds sold & betrayed Sacrificed to the unholiest savior. Byron, and guests, summoned a sprig fiend, and pretended the storm was well planned And when one and all moved on to preen He let loose with secret words banned. Mary, an educated lay to be Thought the Lord queer to only read Books that were ancient and taboo While the others merrily shared in the deed. A curse, that from that night swayed From one to all before dawn And like the good book fervently said, "The will of God's never wrong." After that night, they were all short lived Lovers, writers, and even the Lord Evil can go hardly-soft to semi-liquid When windows are too clear for nailed board. Women need babies to be filled with life Whether by will, or the shortest straw But Mary made demons before a wife Her need was of faith, soon to be law. If you make life in jars, or by love's reciting Beware of what morning may bring A creature rebuilt is always worth writing Bound to your flight, a draft under-wing. Some have a loose pen-stock And the hired help to ignore Your sanity's neck noosed clock And shocked monsters folk-lored. My Mary lost all of her heirs When property couldn't make peace Compared to the villager's stares at the mind behind pride's sutured lease.

Up the ladder: i got a really big fan
Down the ladder: Air

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0666666
Weighted score: 5.0587196
Overall Rank: 6791
Posted: September 2, 2004 11:09 PM PDT; Last modified: September 2, 2004 11:09 PM PDT
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Comments:
[10] fair12 @ 66.84.225.2 | 3-Sep-04/7:09 AM | Reply
I like the intensity to this piece - it's darkness. I made me want to keep reading until the end.
[8] sliver @ 63.190.73.230 | 3-Sep-04/10:22 AM | Reply
Some parts grabbed me much more than others, but I actually liked this a little, surprised? hell shocked me.
[0] klosterfobik @ 205.188.116.140 | 11-Sep-04/2:53 PM | Reply
A sack of shit inside a bag of trash,sitting in a puddle of piss.
[0] klosterfobik @ 205.188.117.6 > klosterfobik | 11-Sep-04/6:32 PM | Reply
I'm Whore Us Ate - my little dick in hand - with photos of hairless little boys - can't quite come - need to see one more 9 year old with a man's mouth (horus8's mouth) on his young sack!!!!!
Your so gay!
So lame.
[n/a] ==Doylum @ 80.176.136.171 > klosterfobik | 11-Sep-04/6:36 PM | Reply
Good christ man stop it. You'll hurt his feelings
Don't you care for your fellow human beings feelings
What if you make him cry
how would that make you feel?
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.130.62.102 > klosterfobik | 12-Sep-04/2:00 PM | Reply
How inventive... I'm really impressed with how imaginative you've become. Why you feel the need to carry on your pitiful
attempts at witt and wry humor at your own expense of sounding
utterly retarded is quite bold, carry on.

Also, I'm not self published.
You can buy my book on Amazon
it's called Juno's Peacock
knock yourself out.
I'm sorry it has to be this way,
but I've never really been into
you or your writing, and this latest attempt
at love on your part makes me feel uncomfortable,
please forgive me, but I can't see you anymore.
As for my mother... Dead, my children... Beautiful
and on my lap, eternally.
Now go fuck yourself eskimo.
[8] fevriere @ 62.254.128.6 | 15-Sep-04/9:08 AM | Reply
You missed question marks (lines 4& 8). Correct grammar makes you look educated. I liked "under-wing", and that whole stanza.. But what does this mean;
"But Mary made demons before a wife
Her need was of faith, soon to be law"?
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.130.62.63 > fevriere | 15-Sep-04/11:21 AM | Reply
Yes, I know


It means that she made Frankenstein before
becoming a wife, a mother, or real herself.
And that it was her will that brought it all about,
that being the whole of the law "do as thou whilst".

-- Alister Crowley
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