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| NovArt Gallery - Fractal / hellFire
1/5/2004 |
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Defunct - into the caress of oblivion
Into the arena of Moloch . of blood effusion
The birds will spiral down upon the remains of your mortal coil.
And weave their beaks into bereavement.
A tale told from the gaping jaws of death,
One word spoken with one last breath,
Vertigo is all they say...
And then become an unburied tenement of clay.
-- Adam A. Ford