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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Whore of Babylon


Decadence putrid oozing from my womb
Like the locusts mist exhuming the sky
They praise my excrement
They call him their saviour

Kings Lords have served me
Drank their sacrament of Satan
The Tainted buring gift of Samael
I am the Whore the Seer the Giver the Taker

I am here for thee
come partake of my darkness
and thou shall be reborn...
Arise ..Oh putrid, black cocoon!

Flesh Of Cyprian pleasures
Carnal Aphrodite
Unsanctified arise from my menthylated bosom

Adultery Sin burdening upon your very soul
Scars from within, left by the persecution of life it self.
A mere foetus was now wrap yourself within my regression and completely withdraw
Swim the effervescence of metallic tinge of solitude, revel in my protection.

Fall onto the Black fire of guilt and the suffering Labyrinth of Hopelessness
Embed in the fire of Zachalilim
Burn away your enigma of righteousness.
Rise from the relic of mummified decay, bare your soul to me
Separate yourself from the light of industrial contamination.
Feed upon the sooty mily white and ash of your unholy damnation
Suckle the breast of malicious deceit and perverseness.

And when the cosmic chain is broken your soul revealed
I shall lay it to waste and make it a barrren desloate place.
I shall rip you apart and tear you down from within
Until you become starved filled mutilated with shards of ur own husk.
Until you are twisted by the wrought of total domination
Until your transformation is complete.

Your eyes now borne penetrative ,impaling veils bubbling with deep dark chasms of endless pain
your mind, a total and undeniable obedience scourging the with Flame of Azazel .
In your heart, a pestilence rages that is hell-fire
In your soul, a cold wasteland devoid of all emotion.
You are now unforgiven, spawn of the retched beast
Step forth into society and re-merge yourself.

Spread release infuse make your flood fumigating the accursed and despair
Rain down upon the holy innocent..
Fear not the reprisal of man
For death is but the next step...
of your journey!
Born from the succulence of pleasure and wine
Result of Debauchery
Son of Sadomatic Arts

From depths of my cunt
Shall the chalice bleed ejaculating the vision of the coming storm.....
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Thursday, February 3, 2011

"A hope"


Rain of fire.

Burning desire

Lust inflame

Extinguished dreams.

Chaos gain

Breathren falls.

Embellished shame

Insects and plague swarm

Cries of languish and cries of guttural plead.

Rings the very lawn

Ripening the pulp under the mistletoe

Lavender bough teaming with moths

With sanguine juice flooding the shrouds

Laughter pain floods the gates

Drowning the pools with their very Chaste

As Beaming hate welcomes their fate

Where hope fall as mists fade

Light the bloody blade

Of never ending flay

Some play some lay

Sins this forlong parade

As end of days rain

A fallen raises his bloodied gauntlet bane

and his cry pierces the Lane

Like a beacon bathing the mourning high

Arise the keepers of fate.

Once lost once driven to madness

By their own wayward ways

Rise to shut the keepers of the shade

And end the battle to purge ahead

With raised blisternig sword the shadows fall.

Crimson light painting this damned hall

Daemons Angels Wraith Orcs trolls and fleshy Mongrels

Gods and Goddesses alike

Rush to meet their foe

Depair and dread fills

As the chosen slice them whole

And make them look like a whore

Immortality comes from within

as the greats fall

While the unbroken shards flow

Burrowing through the putrid below

As Armageddon ends

Caressing th burnt

The silvery river wanes

Healing and making as Life grows

To run its old course

The chosen shade out

Never to be seen alight

For the days of reckoning laid to rest

A lesson to be learnt ahead

By the imbeciles that grow dead (and that means u)..