Roads to wild instincts
lead to Love of wasted brains
and diamond coated cathetars.
The princes of bile
charge into churches of desolation,
putting souls to boil,
pretty ghouls for parties.
Lizards parade their spines
while lions stretch death
along zebra throats;
honeycomb crypts
for the hellish bound.
Animals all,
all talon'd wizards,
skill of beasts
panic of the murder herds...
@Steven Francis poems 2009
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