Truth Set Free Masks descend the stairs, they arrive to dissect living bodies for Truth. The disloyal tunnel it deep in their bones— it’s there to be scalpelled out. The medic has set up the surgery: ankle bones chorded, wrists twisted behind back. Limbs are wired into deep veins and rope-burnt down to the bone. Smash the back, and ribs will crack. Deny hands, the eye socket breaks a fall. Just slice along veins, and the truth oozes out in blood words across the wall. Dark Gothic Resurrected, October 2011
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 06:10:17 +0000
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