segunda-feira, 26 de março de 2012

Gut Slim

Bright rigamortis, help me wretch me help wretch from a viking ship.
Blood rich hype and reason bleeding blades are steeling.
Felt not quite right breathing after battle I´d like to get compost acquainted.
Thick grinning shepards snakes, a peasants trap, this shack shall be burnt.
Throw the smiling serpents into the lake.(never knowing if they would drown not caring enough to wait and see)
Strict and striking gutslim viking´s blows like lightening.
Against monsters mighty talons and mighty seeth.
Throwing the froth trolls into the dark humid chasm.
Their battle, their freindship, their thirst for blood hard to fathom.
Dropping and throwing axes hitting heads and legs and torsos to a gutslim rhythm.

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