My mind, works like a razor on a plate working with a hammer, with the tickle and poke the body squirms, working its way to death and pleasure, hard to stop the pain but still it goes on. Scratching and cutting deep into the plaster, leaving the detailed design of old imprinted. Waiting till the day comes that the pores will be filled with color and a blessing be performed sealing in the plate the soul of the vanquished for the worlds largest collection. The priests eating with joy as the souls look on with a belly filled with dust, and a hearth eager to escape their prison.
‘I want to know… will you tell me?’ the souls ask the parcels of meat that pass just beyond their reach. Pleading as the cooked meat looks to peaceful even as the blades descend upon its flesh shredding it apart. ‘Please I want to know how to get free… I WANT TO KNOW!’
 morti_cacciatore · Tue Nov 09, 2004 @ 05:53pm · 1 Comments |
