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Amongst Forgotten Groves Amongst tell-tell paths That the moon dare not ghost And heaven will not bless with her tears An apple orchard, once rich with blossom Now bears the reddest flowers of sin Beneath the crumbling dead-fruit laden giants A slew of infantile souls Came to rest, pale-pallored and cold The proud and sick Habitual lust of the epitome Of what man can become Has rotted what was once An un-still born beginning Now the fog weaves between the trees To abort the memory of A genocidical monument Of Guilles De Rais scale To those who were too young to protest And now hang on melancholy display In the galleries of limbo’s halls |
Additional Notes:
This one should be fairly self explanatory. No historical references, (with the exception of Guilles) This one is just a little story I had going in my mind. I'm seriously beginning to wonder what's wrong with me. Just kidding. Guilles De Rais was the Marshall of France in the 1400's, the highest position of nobility obtainable underneath royalty. However, during the night, he was a sadistic pedophiliac & murderer. Before he was caught and beheaded, he ended the lives of 100's of peasant children.
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