Monday 6 April 2009

Aparitia cannonfodda

This skeletal limpet draws its pain
From mysterious levels of the astral plane
It deftly locates the nine lives of the host
And fires them all out as projectile ghosts
When the spirit bullets have all been spent
The poor little kitten is not Heaven sent
It soulless husk has nowhere to go
But a horrible future in eternal limbo.

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