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Originally Posted by Dead Bad Things
Your veil shall be the wash of blood
that dims and drowns your eyes...
You'll have for bridesmaids Pain and Death
for vows, you'll jabber blasphemies.
My scaulding flesh will be your gown,
and agony your bridal song.
You both shall be my bread
and senses reeling watch me fed.
O maids prepare her swiftly!
Speedily her loins unlace!
Her tender apps anoint,
and bear unto my seething face!
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Excellent poetry. Unabashed power. Mrs. DBT's?
I must admit I don't understand the last line. Did you have any thoughts?