Sanguis lacrimae
benedixitque a Padre Pio:
et congregatione
et concubinae tuae
bibere calicem de slate
sacrum insecurities
de Viridian Martyris;
carnem tuam
esurientem saturavi
angelos ignis
malignitatem.
Pedicabo spem,
apud
bloodroots
puritatis,
et immissus defaecetur,
et semen Cerbero
et succidi tres pastores
labrum
epularetur,
faeculentia,
est materia foetum
constituente
festum.
Magnifico desolatione
fluxus purpurae
Ex ore
Golgotha:
publice coronam regalem
Sola autem anima
et chao
flet,
directionis virga regni peccatum
ex corde protulerim
elementum a quatuor.
Binding
alios astrorum
de
terram
quod
aquae
conquievit
ad somnum
processu temporis drinks
cavae fulget
et orationes
ut observantiam,
quod eius
putidaeque
minentur sibila suspensum
oritur in praefectura
sanguineum
caligo,
osculatio
terridus ovaria
de nominibus concretis
astris.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Translation of Latin/// Spin the cube ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- blood tears blessed by Padre Pio: and gathering concubines drink a cup of Slate sacrum insecurities Viridian the Martyr your own flesh? replenished angelic malignancy. I'll fuck the hope, with bloodroots purity; and defecated The seed of Cerberus and the three keepers lip banqueted implying The fetus; constitutive festival. magnificent desolation The purple flow from the edge Skull coronation But the soul and chaos weeps scepter of sin from the heart, planned it: the element of four. binding orbs about ground and water quiet; going to sleep as time drinks hollow shines and prayers we keep his stinking whistling winds suspended It rises in the prefecture Bloody mist; Kissing SCARED ovaries of concrete stars.///////// Copyright ©2019 WhisperingQuill.All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written consent of the author or publisher. All my poetry is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3),WhisperingQuill.
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