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Birch

Maximilian Hecker

Lady Sleep

2005

You're the goddess of my daydreams
You're the diving suit to my body
You're the one I will never touch
You're the swanlike birch
Recompense me

stings
For inamorata and swan-like sway
For valentine and twinning flame
On whiff of pain and cross
Your cedar burns, aflame

I'm down for bewitching

blue sand

Darkness makes a home for the world
The serpents rise swanlike from the water
Hurl their narrow tongues at the iron hulks
Of the dreaming

Illicitus

Cradle of Filth

The Manticore and Other Horrors

murder
...Her kiss
The paradigm of bliss
Hot whispers on the wind
In swanlike curves I graced salvation

Amidst both world I promised her
Eternity

with you on every breath of wind
I helped you ease with swan-like grace
Through my softly spoken seas
That's when your fate became known to me

Why, why

I fantasize a trilogy
Resolved itself in one

Afternoon communion
Beneath the colonnade
A swan-like figure morphs into
A scalloped frieze inlaid

I

you
See ya later fuckface
See ya later fuckface
We hate you

My dive was graceful and swanlike
It was a sight to behold
I fell on top of a table

swan-like innocence
And the blushes of a child-bride

A nacreous sheen of white and pink
A sweet patrician harmony 
All these things I see and hear
In her

making
Above the river midnight
Underneath the fleshy soil
Plum teardrop of moon
Loiters looming
Out of place and
Swanlike shifting
Tracing an elucid

Whence, O fragrant form of light,
Hast thou drifted through the night,
Swanlike, to a leafy nest,
On the restless waves, at rest?

Art thou from

will bloom in every soul,
The nightingales will sing with our voices,
With swan-like wings we'll fly above the soil,
Speaking in enchanting verses;

See You Later Fuckface

The Queers

Pleasant Screams

pages - fuck you
See you later, fuck face
See you later, fuck face
We hate you

My dive was graceful and swan-like
It was a sight to behold
I fell

and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck goodnight?
[C.Tenheim:] I...I Beg your pardon, my lord
[Scoria:] Do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. I know