+Hells’ Angel 2112+

Lament and withered my tattered tale begins
Upon the lapid pages of pleasure
Desecration of loves implications
Immeasurable in their fallacy of intentions.

Arises the creation of our lovely dove
Flying through hell, wings of flames
Fanciful tricks disguise, ice hearted demise
Shallow in the attempts to reach his depths
She shall forever orchestrate deaths chimes.

Swinging from a chain, dangling two inches from harm
Poison lips charm the snakes’ eyes
Poised in their lairs to strike upon thine light
Invidious the invigorating insight
Coated curtails and hallowed wills fail.

So serenely they sail on godless grains of sand
Holding out their hands to parading gallivants
Impaling the starving; whiplashing their broken necks
On the contents of the so convincing obsess.

Wielding the empty jewel which so sadly they can’t contest
That the empty shells, which they address, will slowly digress
Watch her gobble down their lifeless bodies with success..
So sweetly she smiles from the burning seas, taking innocence
Beware the screams……

Roses~ 7/27/00