On Dead Man's Ground chapter 1 - Cryptic
It reads:
I see the hurt in reality and where it stands
Bounded by beings keep it in hand
The Tiger ventures in sight of blood, satisfaction shell never be done.
So sweet and innocent thow, birth through sinful ground. Where dead men lie, and youth cries out its hideous sound.
To veiw it's lustful petals alluring
To smell it sent Divine
To touch its poisonous stem destruction
"To this I wish a devilish tongue."
It temps the tiger to trespass in. Pacing frantically in a grim.
How it weeps to reap the field of Dead Man's Ground.
How it plays with its rageous sound.
It yearns to pet the praying furious tiger through the Devils infamous fire
It brings the beast to its striking as sleeps through the heed of all of warning.
In time it will take its blossom in in a devouring disflowering soil mound of meaty flesh and twisted limb.
Saturated in boiling sweat and blood with no mention to its murderous outcome
It rips through the damn forcing blood the river of snow, that leads to the crevice where the flowers won't grow
It hears it's lamenting pleasure in pain, leaving clots on its body and brain.
The Stars dance in darkness, howling at the Lord allowed crying at its highest tip
"Dear God how I love this shit!"
In all its extremity
It wishs an eternity
That will never end
I hear it's lamenting pleasure in pain, at this massacre the truth is insane
Innocent and sweet
Hurt in its reality is where it stands and its bounds by man will be its test to tigers that rest on Deadman's ground
