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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Countess Báthory Nadasdy speaks - To Mankind
[time] => 2004-03-24 06:34:35
[hometext] => Musings of the Countess on the hypocrisy of mankind
[bodytext] => A gorging maggot Dwelling in the damp darkness Crackling and crunching It indulges itself in Its blurred depraved gluttony A young painted girl Hangs out in obscurity Leering eyes mirrored In the lights of passing cars She embodies lawlessness A longbearded tramp Shuffles loudly in secrecy Dirty and drinking He brings up wind, swears and sings His crude sing-song monologue Quavering silence That stretches itself at dusk Fair and menacing Covered by omniscient stars It opens its bloodshed chase You sleep by day In what once was the Wild West Dandled by morals You sleep by day In what once was the New World Hid in ignorance Smug breathing puppets Moved by ratio’s straw men You put on a live show Live rigor mortis All lined up – none out of the ranks You’re the real Undead What are you thinking? That it really likes to eat Your stinking remains? Intoxicating the world It deals with them properly What are you thinking? That she really loves it there? Her body luring Forbidden fruit, on her own With two children on her mind What are you thinking? That he shouts to annoy you? You can’t be that vain This abhorred, dispised outcast Cries for his mother at night What are you thinking? That I’m a brutish butcher From a children’s tale? Know that when I feed on you I’ll pay you likewise respect Erzsébet [comments] => 5 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Hurretje [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 176 [ratings] => 36 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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