Treasure Island

Captain Cur

(England)

Beauty of the Crystal Darkness


The beauty of the crystal darkness
languished on my lips
rescinded by the hatred
that launched the vaulted ship;
upon its sail the symbol
of its soulless pagan land;
the whore that gives false pleasure,
the whore that enslaves man.

The beauty of the crystal darkness
infiltrates my veins
injecting the lone pleasure
that has pleasured me with pain.
Treacherous is the victor
who routs the mind's resolve
entombed in the emptiness
where hope and love dissolve.

The beauty of the crystal darkness
brandishing delight;
battles score the pagan ship
the whore oars through the night.
Ruination's flag the symbol
its topmast vainly waves;
virulence the compass,
self-destruction plots the way.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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Translator's notes: Crystal Darkness, synonymous with Crystal Meth.

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