from VAST NECROHOL
LEVEL ONE: RELOAD
I wade
hornes crurle shadowe over Mine Fayce
Nacreous vapoures of THE NECROHOL
myne one broaken fang in / to breakeing a pathe in myne
breasstes in theyr paire of Skulles
the
withe one haand I tyghtene my spyne lacynges
othar hande preparynge the waye throughe
and downe
swamp
swamp
I belongge to Teutonic man saith
a VAST
wade into
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: BOG QUEEN
hundreddes of yeares later the male poet [who] Will digge ME UP
examines the contentes of My Stomache my last meale
pearl barley / whiche is a euphemism Was it a ritual meale
Or was I just a wyf
or was Wyf itselfe a ritual meale// Title Divine IS
crumpled halfe-Digested// Sif-
ting for signes
this mound
the Sonne an even deeper red
LEVEL FOUR: SINKING
out of mana
a vast NECROHOL
Did this rusted speare doe battel
or merely Ceremoniale
possible Campe Fllower
Skrewd Hir Way Thrugough Evereye Levell
I am VIERGE these are tangels of floures
I don't wante to heare your problemes C4pta1n cant we just SKREWE
Cant you at leaste just TELL EVERYONE cant you
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HEARE LIES A BODDYE I KNEWWE WELLE
HEARE LIES A BRAYVE BODYE
If I shoulde stoppe every alabastre chambre up withhe the speache of this pome
speake through mye Visor of Mudde
lining of PEarle
OH SOUTHE IT'S UP TO MYE
LEVEL NINE: SPRINGTIME MOB SPAWN
aprille closath hir MOAUTH the brethe stille in the AIR
the shoures SOOTE kepte uss in HAOUS kepte us AWAYK
doe you rememebre when oanly myne FAC3
frome the mudde and I lycked mine lippes
and the rain (and you saw myne EYES o captyne)
doant tredde on me I sa`ide onlye through the mudde
doe you remembre the babys face
doe you remembre the levvelle was yclept MISE EN ABIME
mye face babys face
YE BUTTONE MASSSHRE TO LYNE UP THE MOUAHTS
lyke ROASES like a HOALE IN THE AEARTHTE we sttugglede to lyne themem
OANE HUNDNBRED LYPPES TWOE HUNADDRED ROWES OF TEETHE
fangs milke teethe we trutned oure facess fromme the lytghte
we truned our BODIES in the hoale to fit a little moar
cracked LYPPES softe lips lyke pdedals roases stoanes
TRYE IT CLOCKEWISE TRYE masshsing B and 2 TRYE untile it goes
I burrowwed she brurrowed myne belouvad burrwoed in his bodye
but I wanted to LIFTE UPPE MYNE FACE
TRYE JErcking UPWARRDE if I cldoud TOUCHE you withe this devyce
withe this gloaved
tongue in ittes gloave of mudd tongue openning foar another tongue
blossmeom of toungues tonguge VOMMIT
sielnce COME FOARTHE othar tongue if I coudle TOUCHE you
I saidde my battel was SYNGKING but if I coudlde
the capta1ne is comminge with hys midriff toppe and sworde with its BEATUFIL NAME
he is calalyng in alle the levels lookynge for us our job is to syngk to meet him
but I ame masshing and massnhing with my tonguge and if I can make engouh roses
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thats another waye it is cruelle i thnkg soe ths greenn swaord
from mye moauth the ROSES pourring and farmeing roase mobbe
where cloud it notte goe milke of my spitte runnyng
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roase vommit roaes vommit roase into the seates of carres into the chattroomme
roase vommite roasees into the dreames of the sleeperes logged offe
but oepning their mouaths mud milke roassses
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in the DARNESSE of my wombe eye mayke a GIFFE of Roases
