Monday, May 3, 2010

"Deceased Feast" [From the Vault]

I thought this one was pretty funny and it has some nice rhymes. It's from a mini series of poems I wrote about certain types of people missing the one thing they need most.

"Deceased Feast"


Oh hallowed be thy name

When they finish playing this game

And discover the final note

They’ll push the buttons on the remote

So stars will eat streetlamps

And zombies will aspire for dirty tramps

To summon the evil presence

That calls forth the silence

From my toy box to my death bed

Searching for a new head

Crumbling under the weight

Of an outlandish first date

Feeding upon human gelatin

Uniting the army of skeletons

To burn witches at the stake

And bury girls under lakes

Straying far from the great steeple

They devour all the innocent people

Thus trading entrails become habitual

Under the bloody sheets of this ritual

[The Lustful One deprived of self-control]

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