Music: Steer) Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
On strings fashioned from human twine
Transposed.and decomposed
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated.the dead resonate
In a final death
Vibrant as I thresh.
Movements scripted for the dead. Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred. and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration.your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece Notes seep from sinewy frets.
My score creeps your flesh. But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume. My sordid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlife's handicap.
.Will leave you out on a limbo. .Your disposition I unleash.
.My corrupt crescendos.
With deadly dynamics
.You will rest in my piece. You're dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Ringing out as you flake
Your mortal coil is barbed
The deathShrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake.
Enter my funereality Your muddy trench I plunder
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape. (Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer.
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