How was Uranus discovered?

How was Uranus discovered?

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The day of the Jeckel

no-one knows better
no-one knows more
we stand amazed
you look to heavens door

water floods the sinks
kettles boil the water
coffee jars come out
lambs go to slaughter

butter mountains rot
public interest lost
decomposition
no-one sees the cost

oil is running out
does not seem to matter
last reserves deepen
leave the most as latter

coin in the interest
send out the word
if you want your petrol
join the herd

leave us behind
your untold legacy
your past, your trail
your backward led history

forget the relevance
of the Jeckel day
after all, the relevance
is the Jeckel day

it means nothing at all
a simple world astray
mixed in opinions
asleep throughout the day

when you wake from slumber
out of your cots and hay
nothing will make sense
you have nothing left to say

the way that you have led
yourselves into a pit
you never fell into
can you get out of it

the answer is simply no
what can you do
seven doors through hell
waiting for you

it will not start with a spike
but a badness in your heart
a feeling that will last
as you and we part

goodbye then is the word
finally the truth is told
you will live the simple life
you seek in your pot of gold

Muscipula

Seven vials

deep in heaven there lies a vault
hidden within is every ones fault
lies and accusations made by all
enough to make the universe fall

each vial filled entirely with sin
what you've done, where you've been
every story and heavenly pair
embarrassing liaisons and affairs

pieces of paper locked in a safe
forged certificates to pass the grade
masks that hide you from the sun
rewards taken from a patented gun

the list is endless who can say
where in the castle the vials lay
but there is certainly no doubt
the antichrist will hear you shout
at the mere mention of the name
seven vials topped with your shame

one long day in the distant future
each vial will rest on a shelf
a crack in the palace of heaven
starts an avalanche

the war in heaven begins
Lucifer starts his descent
the universe shaped as a coffin
the beast begins his ascent

as the coffin starts to form
everyone inside nice and warm
silk worms weave the lining
the ivy, the bramble hiding

the great trees close the seal
nothing outside to reveal
bang on midnight Saturday night
the coffin is ready for a fright

passion turns to nightmare
spineless moron drops
smashing the floors of the coffin
releasing all the props

Cyclone and tension
Grind his bone to straw
Doesn't know anything
Nothing left to gnaw

The Ents awake and break free
Shake the coffin like a menagerie
Open gaps for spiders and snakes
you least expect it and your bones ache

no place to hide, no lies to believe
no-where safe and no-where to leave
in the darkness you cannot be seen
and no comfort to help you sleep

usual time, same place each week
or silly games of hide and seek
a thousand stories or just one
is there pain so others have fun

All this a prophecy of whats to come
not in your lifetime or anything begun
Not until you pay for your sin
Abandon hope, this is the final hymn

Muscipula

Rabbits

Deep inside my mind
Rabbits burrowing all the time
When they hit the floor
There is nothing to be seen anymore

Harkening back from whence they came
A light as dim as the coldest flame
Snubbed in the twilights
Exposed in the highlights

Dusk begins again

Muscipula

Ugly cocks

They come in all shapes and sizes
Floppy like durex then I am surmising
I've never touched one or maybe two
One in school and another in a pool

When I see them on the Net
So ugly bendy floppy and wet
When I compare them to my own
As hard as a nail, straight as a bone

When hardened it can't peel right back
My balls feel like they haven't dropped
My anti-climax lasts such a short time
But when it peaks the relief is just fine

I've never done sodomy either way in
But there again it is nothing but sin
Why you lot do it I do understand
Straight sex to you is simply too bland

Not enough stimuli to reproduce
To get your baby you need the juice
What if the orgasm was forgotten
Due to the loss of the feel of cotton

The meaning of a word slips the mind
The feel of your cocks slip out behind
My freedom and peace grow strong
As you realise just how you are wrong

I am not after retribution or revenge
I won't come close to your stench
You smell, you humm and you reek
There again such a scent I don't seek

What I want is what I have
Your ugly cocks don't matter
What I have is all I want
Possessions remain the latter

Muscipula

The Beast

Today is about a moron. His past incarnations include Hitler and in that instance of his entire existence he may have committed many atrocities these pale into insignificance.

He may have been your lovable rouge, nevertheless still instrumental of all war, famine, pestilence and death.

Merry Christmas

The future will be dark and most certainly not Orange

The only way for the future and the direction that the universe can go is Omenomity. Your precious antIchrist who is no more than the Mr B Hitler and his silly tart bear no resemblance to us at all.

You have never heard of us, you have never seen us,. We are never even in the same location. But yet we know each other well.

Gravity does not exist, there is no doubt whatsoever. It is defined as a 2 dimension model meaning everyone sees and feels the world on a flat plane perpendicular to your location. This plane is the flat world that the church drilled into you through indoctrination.

The magnetic field of the world is a network that connects wherever we are. It helps us stand and walk as well as communicate and feel. It creates a virtual world where we will see each other and so on.

So don't expect to see us - Damien and Izabell - appearing in public because we will not. The universe is unfair, it has to be to survive. This way there is a challenge that makes everything more exciting.

Rue