Europe Conquered
After all, we all know Europe is full of dead,
E il re di tutti gli morti e Venezia.
-Lupo! Lupo! No me fa pavura!
-The Buenos Aires Herald, please
It doesnt make much sense,
this pretending to carry on with the day
-Vive ! Vive la France!
-Please
-Qu' est-ce que vous cherchez?
-Une café et deux croissants
-Una coca et un Kebab, sil vous plait
-I came here because I wanted to know about Ancient Egypt
-You shouldve gone to London maam
La mona, surrounded by tourists,
smiles and thinks to herself
I have them all under my spell.
The Old World, man!
The tune, there!
The rhythm!
I just felt out of tempo!
A girl named Monroe and King Stephen got it right,
Right down to the marrow of the matter.
Never knew them.
I just dont get these bushes.
Theres something wrong in them.
Is it arrogance? Pride?
Michael, after all, is always battle-ready,
He was for Lucifer and Friederich,
Bashed them to the foundings of Earth he did.
I just dont get these bushes.
I, who fought
In San Quintin, in Antioch
Indulged myself in butchery.
Gorged in the blood of the infidel,
Their children and whores.
Felt the land dark, wet as a devouring kiss.
There, it was revealed to me a great mouth,
Greater than all the stars.
Lord?
Lord, Ive seen your world
Become a sad parody of itself,
And scattered like the pieces
Of a million broken mirrors,
Men crying,
-Whom like man? Whom like us?-
-Listen. Shut up, just listen.
When the sun sets down here
It also rises in another part-
Now I lay down to sleep,
Praying for peace but not silence,
In truth, give me not the Oubliettes silence,
Give me faint distant chirpings,
A casual dry cough on the otherside,
The wood in the building complaining,
Drip drops in the darkness.
Grant me this sounds lest i forget
Other worlds beside mine.
My child,
Fear not resting places
Where sleepers dream of life.
For in our dreams, in this land,
We will never suffer true silence,
Even after the last waterdrop
To fall unto the cracked earth
And the final sigh of the lingering.
Even after that,
True silence will not govern.
Forever accompanied,
When all is lost and gone,
With the sounds of feasting
Of The Conqueror Worm.










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Rock Is Dead...
Long Live Paper And Scissors...
"How many times have you been pushed around?
And how many times have your friends let you down... Is anybody there...? Does anybody care..?"
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Rock Is Dead...
Long Live Paper And Scissors...
"How many times have you been pushed around?
And how many times have your friends let you down... Is anybody there...? Does anybody care..?"
--
Rock Is Dead...
Long Live Paper And Scissors...
"How many times have you been pushed around?
And how many times have your friends let you down... Is anybody there...? Does anybody care..?"
--
Rock Is Dead...
Long Live Paper And Scissors...
"How many times have you been pushed around?
And how many times have your friends let you down... Is anybody there...? Does anybody care..?"
Sorry dude, there's no point in watching if I don't comment, so I'll comment from now on.. promise.
Take care..............
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Rock Is Dead...
Long Live Paper And Scissors...
"How many times have you been pushed around?
And how many times have your friends let you down... Is anybody there...? Does anybody care..?"
By the way do you have MSN?
Lol, yes mate I do...
I'm thinking you'd want it, well I have like 3 different ones, but I'll give you the one where I go on the most..
sabah_afzal@hotmail.co.uk
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Rock Is Dead...
Long Live Paper And Scissors...
"How many times have you been pushed around?
And how many times have your friends let you down... Is anybody there...? Does anybody care..?"
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-Judas-Poets, Poetry and Prose Club.