Star-Crossed Animals (With dirt-weathered eyes that never fail) Criminal! The woodland watched her eye to eye For She'd been a cat Now longing life with sly 'alcoven' is written by Wolfram Winterfur, who more truly has a little different name and a mainly white felinine living corpse wearing a cool dark-coloured mask (like Mr. Cooper or Donatello?) the inept piece of creation socially killed itself in 6.6.1003 after one and a half moons of more (or perhaps a little less) ardent sculpture this is a little "edited" version In any way.... 1. Life is suffering 2. Determination / will is all 3. Find pleasure 4. If you off yourself, don't go alone / take out some Judeo-Christians. (stupid and boring, but somehow quite wise anonymous quote) [jeesus tulee - jeesus pelästyy] ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 1. Alcove Burning I could kill myself in clear sunlight With no drug influence of any kind I never ceased with the pure deathwish As I've never wanted a life like this It strikes me, among humankind to exist It hurts so damn very much in this mist In this sham cloak of an world to be real Only comfort from the thought "death is near" I've never felt being a hyouman shit To me human life is worth much less than spit It's this funny species dysphoria thing Amongst everything furry so always within I know I'm not much of a writer With these mingled tiny words And I couldn't be much mightier In the world where everything hurts I do love titanic trees and tiny grasslands Wintery skies and star-crossed animal romance Little hills, catwoods, darklove and Her That darn tigress' venous-wined kiss I still do prefer But pleasure took fur then Irrational would it happen again For all the pain, hate and bore I do want to live no more end of april 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 2. Paris At Me Feet We're star-crossed animals with dirt-weathered eyes that seldom fail to get killed in the mourning from being earthly lovelorn Of all the cut, burned and starved girls All the lost codepedency from this world Nice to know something's made and done But of undone things, there's this one... [The wolf stared her from eye to eye For She'd been a cat ] Saturn glass 'bove a medium farce Nothing was foreseen Expect rush to exploit, to ask Are pawcuffs too teen Criminal relationship for those who work by emotion Deeply can you waste nights more than one thousand? Charming you are, but we are mischievous thieves Carmelita, side of the law, please please listen to me The vixen to hurl to earth with the fur A conflict in every animal heart Hair noosed to curl on her neck Making her love to burn By our every furry bastard Morning-eyed sweet, I know I'm waste here Trash named Scam, but anymore I don't feel fear Deeply you don't seem merry with one fool One single suicider, either of you two (We're long lost furries caught by pain Here's our series that went insane) Rukh.. We're scar-covered animals with Earth-tethered lives that seldom fail to get fulfilled in longing to be never born may, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 3. Jesus comes and my cat grins - Jesus dies for His own sins [ i can end my search for what i've found in thee, my cat, our debauched mis - an - thro - pee ] they spake in silence to make whispers lonely they spake of violence condemn a christian to his hell work for the unholy show the true nature of his god he might be alive, certainly not well for ihwh is a cunt, iesus a hag star chamber empires of the east now burn regular casual fires spatter the torpid ash for seasons to turn of tombs christendom's lie whip the church with flamed thrash and let the ignorant wonder why and now we've whispered powerful words so... let us spread the word to the herds m u r d e r m e , " g o d " , i f y o u c a n 'cause if you don't, i refuse to worship you more than any hyyoo-man if it truly is too hard to cope that's the end of our mutual hope for you should know am i not a mis-anthrope So you're here to grill my cat? i dont believe in your satan lies compared to him, you're worse more than twice How can a god become a person so sad? you don't need an archfiend to explain the cries you affect by your soul-zoo den made of biblical vice A pathetic god you are, you should realize that look deep, cast your all-mighty stare into my mortal eyes could you somehow understand i've had enough of this life!?! I once was on your imagined side, yeah - that's pseudo-me you once quasi-had they're soon gone, your religion's times i'm alone with her, as is she with me - my cat hey there, little god of israel i don't know can you cloak your rage but armageddon doesn't forever sell and surely you can find true mates? even gods don't have to be ever alone you can have your fun, but please if you do can hear our inert moan could you snap your fingers or something? sheesh.. may, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 4. Preikestolen [deleted] may, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 5. Us Mere Animals of Yore (Wolfporn on a Burial Ground) chamfer blade, tornlorn and laid wolven hound on a kaolin ground memento moria, evefull of stars baying, howling far from Mars the Malebolge ethereal nights when Cocytus has freedom rights well-spank us for the rest of eve for in this hell we don't believe i yell for the stars to misguide men to arse so they could never get us behind the steel bars seek and haunt but always amiss from purg-atolls through the stone gardens of Dis little sweet necrocult and some spontaneous depravity to engrave the beauty of rope, blade and constant gravity islamite lamentations in old-verved yiddish our fiends of yore cross first the line in finish valediction to the legendary Al-Hadidah lands from cats that prowled on the hot pyramid sands furdom artic cities for graven image roots deificated creatures to the Norwegian woods repulsive thrust of the god now crossed judged not only deeds, but lust i find him intolerant in many ways and would gladly tear him down from such depraved grace but since the felinecropolis isn't carved in tombstone the rotting ground without epitaphs i'd claim my own the commander of small ships blade-scratch to please her hips sword as any good bestial fang on the surface the dead with pleasant tang i rather die before i breed her saturn eyes love us bleed in spite they shine luridly green never could our sex get as orgastic as a [northern] bi-polar teen may, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 6. My Raccoon Fell With Sympathies Human God who needs to hide Never understands cat pride Pride that extends to the Moon For God is a fuckin' cartoon Dynast Lord, witch after witch Jehovahize pre-teens in stretch God cast them down with anal grease My raccoon fell with sympathies In) Eastern lands God's works so blind No) worship greater He would find Ribald anther fixed Him Thai I humbly wish i.n.r.die Raccoons believe in satan dreams? Or dream of world in demonfeed?? Hispidus ghosty hope follows (Galeophilia, be my gallows...) Blackbird sails that whimper by Now known by magic would men fly Jesus "Beachy Head" F. Christ Fell, but unexpectedly never arised A shadow warrior of nordland Beyond the day he dyes Let dawn complete the nightly rampant With colou-red upon the zom-byes "Love Me" commanded Him With angry eyes that suddenly dimmed As the staff chopped His brain into gruel "Fuck You" answered the raccoon in magic blue may, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 7. Ikari Warriors Blood Luna, inhumanic rumours defy Of animal saints to slit throats They feast when unleashed and [the] deceased again die Hyoo - man filth blood rivers abroad We make all men die by our paws They wake in Hell opening doors Incise revolutional spirit wounds And chew them with strong molar teeth Spit out the rouge when all roots are raccooned And when men can't stand all the heat For faded, impaled and hated all year I crept through the pyre of war And never wore leather but feather and fur Accompanied kindred forlorn give us love and sympathy for what we have done we cant deal with cruelty that torments us for fun By low spirit and cut flesh Concreto for the dog to bless Nothing I would not confess Stormy thoughts of Nix A mind of tsunami-weathered mess Fox sister all twister, sinister and whore I loved her satanic calm breed Desired when mired, [she] inspired me more She knew how snow leopards to treat Something that Wolfram presents Collection of cats with ends Frankly, I don't give a damn For wasn't I always that darned Scam And I love to tear every nekkid gal For when I think it after all... There's no pride, no fun (Nor mosh, nor core) In killing with an "ordinary" belief When you steal a life like a monster You know you're a monster thief My Sly is rated with an R At least I think it's so so far When they find the hidden wrecks I guess he will get triple X Forbidden well-hidden our freedom wished well They stole it from us from the start It drifted, conflicted, swift[ly] shifted to tell We can't live by [a] prisonous heart It can make you cry, the grief Obscuring paw for the repugnant I can make you, my pliant thief To get our enemies' loves kindly damned may, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - - 8. Vorare So June began six turns ago: Vast acres drown in greyven grove A cat sharpening her blade-sharp claw Sanguiferous fetiche to act from dusk... till brawl! I invited her the worst I could Shoved her to some sweet Mirkwood We did fuck only once in a bed Summoning turned to treewind instead Fetters of paw and of rope and of cloth Fur-raising taintment that beats Behemoth I swear upon my sword and spear The place I wish to die is nearly here She wasn't a mere bare beasty toon Lacing, pacing the lands of Karamoon But this world's larceny from afar Somewhere her red clasp felt familiar Canned Kluutch or an artistic flask Matter not, a quotidian grasp To dream of life with a winter fur Not this insipid skinny place for sure So are we having a death in June? "Yeah-yeah" would reply so-called my raccoon New kinds of messiahs, they cry us for a bless The kind of gross act the cross has to witness We'll grant'em a grind from the misty keep For are they anything other but filthy sheep? Comforts we prefer for her and for me A shame many dislike getting extreme The cat, she already cut and died Which asks me why I'm standing this vilified So what about a death in this June Or are we sure it is not too soon? We should add to mankind's decadence With the cruel beauty of animal revenge But first complete Fire in the Sky And let a fistful of humans weep... before they die Are we going to have a death in June Or ending up waiting blood on the Moon? Fetch Me power to cosh men dead Curvature staff for our secret shed If they consider themselves natural So is the debacle beside their funeral I'd gladly let them have their Grail And then together steal it, my ringtail But how to do it without being twice as fool As those who live all over this June? ( ) My hatred'd smash all over the sea Humen that have bothered me I'd gladly tear their life apart And then for victory fucked on their graveyard I'd gladly chew brain and cunt of their offsprings (In case they happen to have blond girl pre-teens) Enkindle, then dwindle the rest to the wake early Mow eyeballs, draw bibles fed so holily, read so... illiterally Ack... Begone with this rage Few in number are the animal saints Not many thieves who wear feelings blue Even less of those who suppose to die this June World's depraved despite my maid who made her worst to deviate Please be not late.... june, 1003 ---------------- --- ------- - --- - - - -- - -