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[aid] => mick
[title] => The choice of song seven
[time] => 2010-01-01 07:22:59
[hometext] => The title refers to an album of HIM, and the seventh song on it is called Song or suicide. I tried to use the ancient English but I'm not that sure whether I did so correctly or not...
[bodytext] => HIM- Venus Doom The choose of Song Seven(not mine, though thine?) The dancer in the midnight ruin(ed) Confessed, depressed, and dead too soon We weep distressed Still less confessed We’ll give our best this afternoon In rows we walk, as white as chalk At two o’clock, but locked our hearts In rose- red, blood- black holes of war Your heart a graveyard baby... And so lets pray as says the priest And said and led to worthless earth Poor Christian’s eye As loved ones die Caged in garages, 30 years leased. For thee we pray oh sinner sun For thee oh suicidial son For both of thou In rows we go In burning heat We dig- you’ll grow. In rows we walk, as white as chalk At two and five, we are alive And dive in blood- black holes of war Our heart a graveyard baby... The mother cries, and flies arise In swarms, in warmth, with lies live’s prised We kiss your skin Chitin within The sewn grin leaves us paralysed In rows we walk, as white as chalk At half past three, corpse’s party And filled are blood- black holes of war Our heart a graveyard baby ... In groups we walk, in groups we talk We ate our woe, and home we go And won’t return, and will forget Our little graveyard baby... For thee we pray oh sinner sun For thee oh suicidial son For both of thou In rows we go In burning heat We dig- you’ll grow. For thee we pray oh sinner sun For thee oh suicidial son And thrown away In mud you lay Newspapers mind’s unholy one As thy sin comes undone As thou art gone, undone... [comments] => 0 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Libertina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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