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Onibaba
04:40
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She does the Demon’s act—
It’s now her mask
Where the grasses thrash
Though no wind is felt
Hell’s mouth opens fast
Eats the spear wounds dealt
Eyes cut through the reeds
Black from knowing war
Blind to wounded pleas
To long life they’re sworn
Crabs at picking’s work
Strip the victims clean
With a tired jerk
Death lives on unseen
Shells of warring men
Fill the kettles full
Rice from the thieves’ den
Feeds the hungry cruel
Those who dwell with Death
Wait for Love’s return
Though he draws no breath
Hotter pain’s flame burns
She does the Demon’s acts
It’s now her mask
The water’s so much blood
In it it’s black
With sinning rife the summer
Burns like Hell
The frozen crops can only
Hope to fail
Murder washes human skin away
Heat that knows no end
Chases sleep away
Passions flare, and friends
Fight to have their way
Everything is food
When war’s laws abound
All that’s nice and good
Will be killed or drowned
Then the Demon comes
Seeks the path that’s gone
Grass in countless sums
Has outgrown too long
But what can be said
Of she who demons fear
She whose hands are red
She whose fangs are dear
I am human, not a demon
I am demon, not a human
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Sword Of Doom
03:12
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I am the silent form
The pilgrim
Sad old man
Bleeds in vain
For praying on my highway
The bell that spilled water glazed
Granddaughter
Left to thieves
Sold to wealth
She’s no home but changing hands
No time for marrying plans
I am a man out of hell
I wield the form that is mute
I stare, a blank, where they fell
Bodies
Strung out
Too suave to be called a brute
Though red this sword yet remains
I live to bear bloody fruit
Families
Love’s doubt
What midnight sickens these brains?
What swordpoint I call a heart?
What devil over me reigns?
Nightmares
See light
No love glows in these eyes
When did my punishment start?
Was it my father’s slow death?
With she whose love is a dart?
Red drowns
Pure night
The flames of Hell stirred by breath
Of demon unseen but felt
Will warm my face beyond death
Always
Burning
The woman
Another’s
Sword-disrobed
Beneath the pounding of gears
A wheel by water’s pour robs
The offspring
His fever
Cries alone
He’ll die by Mother’s short sword
Or die by Father’s neglect
Salvation’s in letting blood
What’s murder in others’ eyes
Are holy plants grown from mud
Blooming
Sword thrust
The swordsman before me dies
A leveling despite skill
There’s death for him though he tries
His blade
Turns rust
I live with every kill
My ruin, then, knows no end
Eternity will fulfill
My thirst
For game
No heart beats in this robe
The spirit, sword’s, meant to rend
So who does he hope to save
By sheathing as with a friend?
Though death’s
The same
There is no path that can pave
A road to burying Hell
The world, its madness will rave
Like mine
All die
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House (1977)
04:39
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She has waited here
Heartbeats between wars
Hope gives way to fear
Imagination soars
This house is now her soul
Gorgeous, you now come
Specter from the past
Seven friends that sum
Makes her next repast
This house now tastes your soul
Mouth becomes a door
Skin grows on as paint
Soul a quenchless lust
Lights, enchantments, blaze upon displayed
Body parts of high school daughters slain
Hands as black as night
Reach from water’s heat
Flames invade the wood
Is there any way that it’s a dream?
Fantasy, have you been seeing things?
Mirrors give back pictures of the dead
Lipstick paints the cold flesh human red
Windows view the virgin soul that’s fled
Cracks that show the bleeding or the flame
Grow to show its other half the same
Feathers smother flesh
Clothes are left behind
Tips are all that’s left
Sweet’s life turns the gears
Kung Fu’s hacked leg rears
This house tastes your soul
Pieces still fighting on
Limbs grow sentience
Kick the painting’s teeth
What’s behind the face of revenants,
But the flowing of a thousand hearts?
Cling to journal’s words
Life-preserving book
Eyesight lost from thrust
Islands form to float the floor around
You’ll dissolve before you even drown
Blood comes clean the living bridal gown
They appear, those layers that unwound
Sense is absent with the rushing’s sound
Hands reach out though either side is red
Mothers hold the living though they’re dead
No one will be saved
Though your angel comes
Morning floats her wings
But the sun consumes
Love won’t conquer all
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