Blueberry Blood Cake

Beyond the dark side of the moon; you see
There is a twisted black licorice tree

Just beyond there is a village tower;
And underfoot the ground is sour

The clock hour tolls twelve, the land comes, awake
Where black fairies bake, blueberry blood cake

They smile their wicked, insane, grin
They transfer blood batter to the tin

Cherries dipped in hate delight
Lace a sinful taste with each bite

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Into the ovens they shove the blood filled cakes
Dancing and screeching as they bake, bake, bake

Powder-sugared smoke rising from the ovens
While the little black faeries celebrate their covens.

"It is done, it is done" - their black tongued chant
Sticky candied fingers burn and enchant...

They raise the knife high for the first blood slice
The twisted licorice forest witness to sacrifice

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Touche, Touche!!
Goes twice the knife,
to make you prey.
Imbibe, imbibe
this dour blue strife
to you through you
tin red quick suicide
goes so slice nice in Blue
vile sweet ventral vice
purient licorice sacrifice
is so full of tender love to kill you too.

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brown ground turns blue
from blueberry goo
oozed from her corpse
orifices did spew
worse than blue blood
those privileged elitists
watch in horror
the lifelong secrets
a delicacy true
no matter how blue
can fake and feign
play a dirty game
where blood runs red
while life goes dead
a trail so sticky
can be quite tricky
redeem your sins
you blue blood fiend...



ginga

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Dead souls pulled from the gates of hell begin to join the unholy coven
Their voices rise in unison, why have we been summoned

The faeries look into the faces of those whose lives had been taken
“The time has come for you to join us sisters, time to awaken”

“Since the beginning we have been persecuted by the Angel of light”
“His reign has come too an end, we will seek our vengeance this very night”

“He is still powerful, but he grows weaker by the hour
“If you will join us sisters, victory will be ours”

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Blueberry Blood Cake is make,
with acient bloody hands.

Blueberry Blood Cake is made to,
feed the legions of demon that reside within.

Blueberry Blood Cake runs the twisted,
thoughts mainifected deep in my tainted soul.

Blueberry Blood Cake taste like,
evil that comes from my darkend soul.

Blueberrt Blood Cake always,
invokes the unholly that burns in me.

Blueberry Blood Cake chants,
when a piece is cut free,

Bluebery Blood cake always,
screams as it channels through me.

Blueberry Blood Cake finds,
its way down inside my head,

Blueberry Blood Cake longs to break out,
if it does a many will become dead.

Blueberry Blood cake knows,
only a few choice dark friends.

Blueberry Blood Cake never makes,
excuses or says Amen..

Blueberry Blood Cake nurishes,
the darkness that lives within,

Blueberry Blood Cake is never spoken,
of with any for or friend.

Blueberry blood cake feeds,
the few choisen ones,

Blueberrry blood cake only beats,
with a one skin drum deep inside of you.

Blueberry blood cake treats,
never comes from above,

blueberry blood cake will,
will fit you like a glove.

Blueberry blood cake in tombs,
the good in my heart,

Blueberry blood cake is,
always crafted at dark.

Blueberry blood slays,
the emptyness inside me,

Blueberry blood cake was baked,
in the depths of hell just for me.

Blueberry blood cake always,
grabs firmly at my hand,

Blueberry blood cake was crated,
for just my unearthly band.

Inkmaster

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Bleed the freak and throw the blueberry in,
Chop up the ferries wings and toss them in.
Boil in a cup of savory changeling guts,
And saver the flavor that smells like slut.
Stoke the ovens in hells ovens of demise,
As the cakes take on form and begin to rise.
Whip the eggs until there shells crack,
And mix the batter on the demons sack.
Toss in a little bit of angel tic juice,
then poor the ingredients into a witches gruel.
Pull out of hells oven and saver the delight,
Its time for you to rip off just a bloody berry bite.
Feel the blueberry blood cake go deep down,
As the devil looks up and begins to snarl.
Tell the devil it’s a toasted savory blend,
Break off a piece of cake and offer it,
To him as a lost friend.
Throw a cake between the your demon foe,
All is caught and eaten till light rolls……..
Inkmaster

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Blueberry blood cake,
Pours from my veins,
Flowing from my wrist,
Into the bathtub again...

Blueberry blood cake,
Is smeared on the walls,
Wet, bloody footprints,
Dribble down the hall...

Blueberry blood cake,
Pools on the carpet,
Leaving a dark stain,
Which no on will forget...

Blueberry blood cake,
Has a copper flavor,
The last thing I'll taste,
Before this life is over...

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Blueberry Blood Cakes blood begins to boil,
lost in turmoil as the blood begins to curl.

Another blueberry a thrown into the mix,
another bloodless body travels down the river styx .

Mix the ingredients and grind them up real well,
eat anothers cake and be chained at the gates of hell.

The kindred bakers cook up there blueberry dish,
there evil rises as the cake takes on there wish.

The aroma reaches deep down through out your noise,
the flavorful aroma runs down all the way to your toes.

What a wonderful bakers unearthly delight,
when eaten somewhat feels like swallowing knife.

The cakes lift up and all start there evil dance,
there journey begins as the cakes lock you in there trance.

You bite right in and blood begins to flow,
another cake lost as it lodges in your soul.

Careful what you wish the cakes are very wise,
if you eat to many cakes they will haunt you from inside!
Inkmaster

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This Poem is finished by Madelynn, Kah, and Marsink