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Denied sight and warmth,
until the plangent pulse slows and quickens to match my own.
Sinuate around me, lilin.
And when your senses and logic are nigh extinguished altogether,
Pearl daggers draw lifeís fire.
Your Human hands will rend flesh,
making holy the serpentís art.
Christian rain twists round the flow,
until the stars will our death.
Rising in red sulphur, resilient as marble,
We gambol in the fires of sin.

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The following comments are for "The Serpent's Embrace"
by Schaard

wowie wow wow
I thought you were gonna suck hardcore, but you're dumb. But that's not bad at all.

( Posted by: evil_bacteria [Member] On: February 2, 2004 )

You're just saying that. Blegh.

( Posted by: Schaard [Member] On: February 2, 2004 )

What word are we talking about now? =)

( Posted by: Schaard [Member] On: February 3, 2004 )

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