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CLAWS BEHIND THE WALLS


Behind the walls there are claws

of many marks and silence

Deep in the walls are trapped the blackened

sounds of never tranquil violence

Blood and Milk...

Death cab baby silk

The screams are loud

but for the moment benighn

A nations chest of drawers

containing wars

Chained in rancid heat

Death meek walks in Bloom

Shadows grow and shadows fade

but there is never a heart to beat or spark

Shall a spark enter this darkened room?

The black hour in Gailic's tower will soon resound

The dead with dread shall lift in unison their heads

to witness the acts of Casak Dune(cosmic doom)

The dead dancing inside the cadence of a new death waltz

Shall taste dark freedom soon...

You see what looms in Casak Dune is the horror of the blade

The blade that kills not only will

and severs death from further death

Each narrow claw that scars the wall seeking sweet escape

Shall not escape or find there minds

for death seeks death's own hate

Behind the walls are the claws and many

marks made in sweet silence...

Claushtane Bertron
8.24.08