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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 11:38 am
Heh, I like Khandnalie. ^_+
Oh and Hellfire...thread is spelt wrong...Sorry, it's just startin' to bother me a bit.
Come Alive [Grave's Song]
Turning twisting warping ‘round
The ecstasy twisting infernal sound
And shifting each moment to confusion and doubt
For the pleasure and passion you can’t be without
Each movement seduction each moment a tryst
Of two hearts as one steal a second to exist
In the fire that burns hot as Hell in your heart
Never want this to end cannot wait for the start
Come alive come alive come alive on this night
And give in each moment to my delight
Come again come again come again now to me
Until you are begging and long to be set free
Now each touch and each sense is driven insane
And to part would just make the whole world seem plain
So hold close and hold tight, stay with me stay right here
Feel bliss with each kiss that I’ll give you my dear
No regrets don’t hold back just let it all in
Feel perfection as it roams ‘neath your skin
Let your sense be abandoned let instinct take control
Give into the moment and become whole
Come alive come alive come alive on this night
And give in each moment to my delight
Come again come again come again now to me
Until you are begging and long to be set free
Come alive come alive come alive on this night
For eternity will soon be your delight
Come again come again come again now to me
Fall again into this my dark ecstasy
Come alive come again let your spirit now rise
And no longer keep passion in proper guise
For this moment for this bliss for the passion you strive
Let yourself now come alive come alive
Come alive
Come alive
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 1:06 pm
I imagine you had a pretty good party 3nodding or hallucination of sorts wink
Crusher
You are the crusher,
The husher of that defying word,
‘Success’ is what has not been heard.
I understand why he will play the Lynard Skynard song “Freebird”.
Destroyer of dreams,
Proceeded by silent screams,
And some not so silent,
But they are all defiant,
In their most basic nature,
Tearing him of his stature,
So he may not ever match her.
Maybe only in death will he be free...
But a life of that magnificent degree,
May only had by sufficient decree.
He will have the children’s support,
And feel as if he were a consort.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 8:43 pm
Mr. Ragamuffin-Man Heh, I like Khandnalie. ^_+
Oh and Hellfire...thread is spelt wrong...Sorry, it's just startin' to bother me a bit.
Wow, my IQ just sank another 12 points it seems...
sweatdrop
§Hë UšèÐ ä PõïšøŊ ïÑ Hïš ŧεä
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 5:22 pm
Prescription Restriction
Seroquil, Zyprexa, prescribed by skeptics,
Feeding like deer ticks,
Now answer to critics,
And finally reveal the specifics.
Clammy and cold,
I will not fold,
But will not honor what they have told.
Muscles turn stiff,
Brain goes numb,
Visits are brief.
I am not dumb,
Nor will i succumb,
To what you,
have done to me.
I am not yet free,
But i know it is to be.
I tell myself it’s just a script,
For a prescription.
Mom cured through benediction,
And a requirement is the appliance of mental restriction,
But i need not add that affliction,
To my list of addictions.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 12:42 pm
To pass through the soul without care,
A moment in time called damnation.
And as the Chariots of Hell ride forth in distaste,
The prayers of Christian agony are erased.
Demonic vengeance taken upon the world of God,
Satanic rituals ensue,
Church fires flames soar,
Popes of the new dead religion,
Shall be eradicated by
The Crowned Prince’s, 4.
Some say,
“Jesus is coming,
The Savior shall rise!”
Well all I see is flies,
Rested upon dung infested lies.
Putrid Christians,
When will you learn?
That Satan will rule this world,
And your heaven shall burn.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:01 pm
Benito: I like how you worded your 'Apocalypse Poem'(you didn't give a name) especially the Benito Davidovich The Savior shall rise!” Well all I see is flies, Rested upon dung infested lies. Sealed In Black Plastic Pt. 1 Sheltered above the clouds, Hiding behind the crowds, That stare at the sky, And hurt their eyes. That don’t know where you are. They’re looking for you, They’re cooking for you, Your presence is overdue, Yet you ignore them from afar. You exist in the back of their minds. They remain ignorant of the signs. They dismiss evolutionary finds, As the primitive worship of a star. The truth has been made an art, Of examining body parts, But it is only the start, Because they were taken apart. Sealed In Black Plastic Pt. 2 Consensual sacrifice, In the name of science, To fuel my avarice, But mainly to subdue reliance, On that constant conscience, Who shows you so much defiance. Sensors attached to the brain. Monitors connected to record the impulses that remain. Brain waves displayed on the screen, Not believing what we’ve seen, Black static, Ecstatic, And recording the scene.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 12:00 pm
grotesquecreeple Benito: I like how you worded your 'Apocalypse Poem'(you didn't give a name) especially the Benito Davidovich The Savior shall rise!” Well all I see is flies, Rested upon dung infested lies. Sealed In Black Plastic Pt. 1 Sheltered above the clouds, Hiding behind the crowds, That stare at the sky, And hurt their eyes. That don’t know where you are. They’re looking for you, They’re cooking for you, Your presence is overdue, Yet you ignore them from afar. You exist in the back of their minds. They remain ignorant of the signs. They dismiss evolutionary finds, As the primitive worship of a star. The truth has been made an art, Of examining body parts, But it is only the start, Because they were taken apart. Sealed In Black Plastic Pt. 2 Consensual sacrifice, In the name of science, To fuel my avarice, But mainly to subdue reliance, On that constant conscience, Who shows you so much defiance. Sensors attached to the brain. Monitors connected to record the impulses that remain. Brain waves displayed on the screen, Not believing what we’ve seen, Black static, Ecstatic, And recording the scene. Is that sarcasm or real? lol I can't quite tell
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 10:28 pm
Benito Davidovich grotesquecreeple Benito: I like how you worded your 'Apocalypse Poem'(you didn't give a name) especially the Benito Davidovich The Savior shall rise!” Well all I see is flies, Rested upon dung infested lies. Sealed In Black Plastic Pt. 1 Sheltered above the clouds, Hiding behind the crowds, That stare at the sky, And hurt their eyes. That don’t know where you are. They’re looking for you, They’re cooking for you, Your presence is overdue, Yet you ignore them from afar. You exist in the back of their minds. They remain ignorant of the signs. They dismiss evolutionary finds, As the primitive worship of a star. The truth has been made an art, Of examining body parts, But it is only the start, Because they were taken apart. Sealed In Black Plastic Pt. 2 Consensual sacrifice, In the name of science, To fuel my avarice, But mainly to subdue reliance, On that constant conscience, Who shows you so much defiance. Sensors attached to the brain. Monitors connected to record the impulses that remain. Brain waves displayed on the screen, Not believing what we’ve seen, Black static, Ecstatic, And recording the scene. Is that sarcasm or real? lol I can't quite tell I'm describing one of my fantasies. So, not sarcastic.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 6:22 pm
As we feast of passion,
Words tell no tales.
Our lusty commands and,
Carnivorous rapture of indulgences,
Tell but one thing.
Of angels and demons,
We dark ones writhe in lament,
But love in leisure.
Come my unholy goddess and succumb.
Bare yourself to me.
And let me lick veins of hot blood,
And tenderness
No treachery I speak in your name,
Only moans of fulfillment and tease.
Allow me to pleasure your fancy,
And taste till you fall to knees.
We will make Hells fires look,
Like that of a simple candle.
As we feast of passion,
Tonight in flames
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:30 am
This is a song I wrote myself, it's got kind of a Folk/Black Metal sound Aerounnai Jazm (Darkness Enthrones)
Darkness enthrones
Darkness surrounds me
Light is all gone
Light no longer reigns
Blinded eyes
No longer sees clearly
Darkness enthrones
Light no longer reigns
Darkness enthrones
Eyes all around me
Everything's gone
Light no longer reigns
Evil lies deep
Into the blackness
Darkness enthrones
Light no longer reigns
Seething in the night
Burning through the days
Bleeding fellowship nighs
Resist the cross and freedom is near
Darkness enthrones
The black hole engulfs me
All has decayed
Light no longer reigns
Nothingness - dreary
Empiness caves
Darkness enthrones
Light no longer reigns
Darkness enthrones
I can see nothing
Fear has embraced
Light no longer reigns
Spirit decays
This black hole is weary
Darkness enthrones
Light no longer reigns
Seething is the night
Burning all these days
Bleeding fellowship blinds
Deny the cross for freedom is near
Darkness enthrones all of us
The blackness destroys all our hope
We have nothing left but our fear
Death is all that is here
Darkness enthrones
The end is near
Chaos is all
There is for us to endure
Light no longer reigns
Bloodshed our homes
Battered our minds
Faceless is them
Brainwash the children
With false hope of judgement to come
Darkness enthrones
Light no longer reigns
Seething in the night
Burning through the days
Bleeding fellowship nighs
Resist the cross and freedom is near
Seething is the night
Burning all these days
Bleeding fellowship blinds
Deny the cross for freedom is near
Darkness enthrones all of us
The blackness destroys all our hope
We have nothing left but our fear
Death is all that is here
Sprits our crushed
Demons of faith
Your saviour is dead
Rejoice through these fallen days
[guitar solo]
Darkness enthrones
Darkness surrounds me
Light is all gone
Light no longer reigns
Darkness enthrones
Maddness surrounds me
Hope is all gone
Light no longer reigns
We have spread the plauge
We have fulfilled our destiny
Your saviour has fallen
Down to your knees you faith shoving pigs
Seething in the night
Burning through the days
Bleeding fellowship nighs
Resist the cross and freedom is near
Seething is the night
Burning all these days
Bleeding fellowship blinds
Deny the cross for freedom is near
Darkness enthrones all of us
The blackness destroys all our hope
We have nothing left but our fear
Death is all that is here
Sprits our crushed
Demons of faith
Your saviour is dead
Rejoice through these fallen days
We have spread the plauge
We have fulfilled our destiny
Your saviour has fallen
DOWN TO YOUR KNEES YOU FAITH SHOVING PIGS!
DOWN TO YOUR KNEES YOU FAITH SHOVING PIGS!
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 3:55 am
Squee! I get to whore myself out in the form of poetry! --Dances--
This one is my current favorite, it's also in my profile. A Lone Candle In The Fog A million desperate, lost souls. Clinging onto a mist filled hope, that hangs like fog, and is as easily dismissed. Within the mist they become blinkered. Blinded. Unable to see the truth. For it's the truth that will burn them. The "truth" they seek, lies, shrouded in myth. A pointless story with pointless cast. Fictitious names. Invented plot. One that steals mind, body, and soul. One that castrates free will. Adding chains. Stealing life.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:26 pm
Beauty
Beauty is in the perfect kill;
the random vectors of the stains on the wall;
the way the red fluid, satin drips down your smooth, ebony skin.
Just one second
Just hold my hand for a second, i say with an insane smile, just a second.
One second is all we'll need to explore the dark corners of the world, one second is too
long to live for and too short to do anything, but if you really know how to use your time
every second you take is an eternity.
just a second.
Till you can see the bodies in the streets and the blood on the walls. We stench of death and stale rot, oblivious as we trudge
onwards through the corpulent mess of main street, the toxic fumes of school, the chop
saws of the mall.
just a second.
any longer and you'll go insane, leave your mind in the realm of the truth and never return,
impaled upon your own unnacceptance of the things you see, the things you havent seen,
the things you never wanted to see.
just a second.
Just one.
Just long enough to live.
Just long enough to die.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:30 pm
The Last Stand
"Rally to your banner-man"
ten days we've fought this cursed land.
Dearly have we made them pay,
and dearly payed in our own way.
When we met untimely foe,
no defeat had we yet known.
We, confident victors came
as children, blindly, in the rain,
we met our worthy adversaries
yet our best tactics barely harried
foes with swords of dragon-scale,
on we pressed, to no avail.
Wading through the bloody muck,
we, the tide, a rock had struck.
"Pull back", the cry was welcome now
we fled from such a ready gallow.
Out of arrow range we schemed,
our hearts with bitter hatred teemed.
We struck them in the night, and hard,
they failed to think their flank to guard.
Seige machines and foodstuffs burned,
we thought the tide of battle turned
till morning came, and scouts did say
anew the foe marched through the haze.
We met, and blood and screams did rise
till red the sunset dyed the sky.
So we retreated to our keep,
how could we stay from defeat?
And so our week-long dance ensues,
we, two fencers plot and muse,
till now we come to final stand,
we, most feared of the land
now reduced to tattered rags
'gainst a foe who our pride snags?
Forward we march, through wasted lives
expecting full to not survive.
Once again death from the skies
the lives of those unlucky buys.
Our pride is torn, our armour worn,
yet we will fight with tooth and bone
for we in our hearts firmly hold
the lust for treasure more than gold.
So, forced from ancestral land
have now challenged domineering hand.
We will be trodden on no more
and peace had held less gain than war.
Should we be defeated here,
hold, o world, in your hearts dear,
those shoved down now rise for purpose grand,
remember, world, our last stand.
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