Under full moons waxing lyrically,
Death's poetry floods the soul,
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed,
To curse the stars with vertigo.
And in their dance, in trance, I've prised wide,
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs.
Hymeneal gates to darker sides.
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies...
Midian...
Welcome to Midian...
I see that you have made it by the
Gaurdian of The Gates, Cthulhu...
This is a page where I, Lord Spyder Virus the Fallen,
intend to express myself without regard to other
people's morals. If you don't like it, then don't come here.
Else, you may enter the Gates of Midian...
Last Updated: 4/8/04
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