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the silent man

They said that I was perfect a true work of art
sitting in their laboratories, waiting in the dark.
Not knowing of my powers I staid and played their game
Waiting for the day they said their would be no pain.

I soon grew impatient, tiring of their lies
The men said they were helping me, laughing threw pale blue eyes.
I had to take action the timing now was just
the fools knew not what hit them i mocked them out of lust.
I smashed them into test tubes, I strangled them with cords
all the men were dead now their bodies maimed and gored.

I felt my self undone like a spiders broken web
unable to catch my self as i slowly flew away.
I stared at all their research
Their notes and their finds
trying to se just how well they used their feeble minds.

They said that they were helping me with their needles and their knives
Now I know they wanted the secret of my mind.
I’m all alone now in this dark and bloody crypt
all the pieces come together they make a perfect fit.
They said that i was perfect a true work of art sitting in their laboratories
waiting in the dark.

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Religion

The battle for "truth"
Just another Damn excuse!
For those I pity
in their stupid little city
In their search for the "truth".

God is Our savior
a divine light we favor.

A symbol of purity
in our world of obscurity
In a crowd of the damned you see
a light from his hand
a chance of resurrection

Religion!
I think not
He's but the truth that you’ve sought
not a deity or a saint
but what all others hate!
In a world of Religion!

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Essence of corruption

The dark poison
makes you rethink your mortality
Defying reality
It consumes your sanity
A dark profanity.

Perverting the pure
Spawning from her
Consuming worlds.
With endless power
it lives to devour

A sludge of spite
testing its might
The Eater Of Worlds!

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Her Finest Poison

Here she comes, clad in blue
The only thing left she has to do
Is sink into the earth and make it new
For all that’s left is you and me a couple animals and a tree.

A tree, A tree, a beautiful tree
With golden fruit and leaves, falling in misery.
For she stretched out her arm and touched the tree
And soon it will wither for all eternity.

Here she comes, clad in blue the only thing left she has to do
Is corrupt the earth and make it new. For all that’s left is
Me and you a couple animals all soft and cute until she made
them an awful brute.
They grew claws and teeth and many eyes
Now all we hear are their shrieks and cries
Until the night when they like to creep
looking for some one tender to eat.

For here she comes, clad in blue
the only thing left she has to do
is destroy the earth to make it new.
Spawning her children all to soon
Releasing the poison from within her womb
Her womb, the depths of the earth a fiery cave
Were only save runs her blood in maze shaped veins.
Eroding the earth beneath our feet
she bubbles and flows beneath the street.

For here she comes, clad in blue
the only thing left she has to do
is curl up nice and neat slowly down below the street.
The temples no longer hold back her power
she lives to devour
The Eater Of Worlds

So here we stand on this desolate land
On the edge of eternal ruin
Standing in silence, a witness to violence
and the power of the eater of worlds!

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(quote)

do you Know that life is ending as we go the dots connecting
we had our chance to save the garden
as it dies our souls will harden

with these words just iceing your conscience
your breaking threw and praying for transendance.

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She held me as I realized their was no one their.
Falling from the sky it was way to much to bear.

The sky is over, the city gone
I swear I wont be here for long.
I’ve said my dues and heard your words
Their potency now like needled burs.

My mind is running off its track
So don’t expect me to come running back.
Your scent is soft although I’m weary,
reminding me of a midnight dreary.

I’ve said my songs and heard your dues
Now I’m rather just confused.
so I’ll sleep upon these awful things
And hope their answer quickly brings.

I don’t know were I am,
but wait theirs some ones grasping hand.
Upon my chest it seemed to crawl
connected to some one thin and tall
but not really a person at all
instead a tree about to fall.

Smashing me down threw the floor
like a pest thrown out the door.
I swear I wasn’t their for long
For all of a sudden the sky went dark,
The floor was gone.

And I sat in your arms about to weep
Catching a scent soft and sweet.
The cold burning at my feet.

The sky is over, the city gone
I swear I won’t be hear for long.
My mind is running off its track
So don’t expect me to come running back.
I’ve said my songs and heard your dues
Now I’m rather just confused.
so I’ll sleep upon these awful things
And hope their answer quickly brings.

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We dont need your hipocracy
executiong real demecracy
post industrial sociaty
the unthinking majoraty!

Quote by Seirj Tankien

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I was a Fool to follow it!

I heard it speaking.

Lying awake at night . . .

It talked but from were?

Then I saw it in the corner by the foot of my bed.
A small opening in the wall.
A voice soothing yet angry,
calling/yearning yet demanding.
I stood up transfixed on the opening, like a chunk of the wall just gone.
Grabbing a small white candle I crouched to look through the almost innocent door way.
Then the smell hit me like a great feast was just ahead. My mouth watering I squeezed threw the opening to find a corridor. Lined with gothic arches in an eerie yellow stone. The walls a coal black splattered with red.
I couldn’t believe this was under my house!
I started to walk, the voice growing stronger with each step
or maybe stride I couldn’t tell.
But then I saw it a great feasting hall. . . . . but no food. . . . Torches flickering but casting no shadow. As if fine tuned to hurt my ears I heard a great roar of steam! No a chatter words mumbled from every direction towards me. The room spinning around me hieroglyphics on the ceiling worling and flashing all around me. The bloody scenes of some thing devouring people . . . stabbing them, sneaking into villages, stealing children and eating them!! Pain filled my head, pain worse than I have ever known and that’s all I remember.
I woke up the next day in a cold sweat. Wondering what the hell happened I felt as though I hadn’t eaten in years.
When I finished my half burnt toast and egg I went to wash the dishes.
But knowing my luck ( And my old house.)That cold night had froze the water pipes.
I had to go down to the cellar to fire up the water heater. This is where the story gets interesting.
I had a natural light in the cellar but when I opened the door it was pitch black.
Lighting another candle I started down the stairs. Boom! From what I could tell the wooden stairs broke. I hit the ground HARD. A stinging pain shot threw me followed by numb. I blacked out and awoke to my horror face down on a familiar yellow stone. In front of me a gigantic table with great horned chairs and gnarled legs. Torches on the walls. . . . . flickering but casting no shadow.
Sensing movement I shouted whose their!
No answer. . . .
Then I saw it rise,
Even with the massive table that was between us I felt helpless.
Then it spoke!
A voice soothing yet angry,
It knew my name!
Yet as soon as it named me I couldn’t run
I just stared at IT . . . . The Thing!
That was my mistake, because as I stared it seemed to slowly creep towards me
All I could hear was my heart pounding . . . harder . . . harder. Then the soft
THUD THUD THUD
of bone and flesh meeting the cold hard coblestone.
As all of this came pouring into my head like a great fog over a clear bay,
It instantly vanished cleansing my senses only to see IT right in front of me.
Rasping blasts of musty hot air, it was breathing in my face, but I couldn’t scream.
As it grasped my sides lifting me of the ground I embraced death.
Only to wake up in my bed cold sweet covering my body.
I thought it was a dream until I heard music. But not music singing
Like the voice before calm and yearning. Yet demanding me to follow it,
And like I said it was Identical to the voice but stronger and more satisfied,
but none the less wanting a meal.

I never found the corridor again in the house.
The fact that no one believed me is why I demolished the Queer thing. Hoping what
I faced would not torment any one else.
And that’s why I’m telling you my story here in this straight jacket.
But I win you see! . . . . . You bastards still can’t find out what left these scars
Now can you. I’m glad it bit me sinking its yellowed maw into my shoulder and neck
is all the proof I need. -Twitch- Yes but It knew this would happen, it knew I would be
deemed crazy and locked away that’s why it left me to live. So when I’m all alone in My cell It will return. I’ll be just like the other “loonies” after its threw with me!
Awake and alive one day then A Mindless Vegetable I tell you! So fine take me away
And maybe you won’t have to here from me ever again, but if any one of the other “veggies” could talk to you they would tell you about it feeding off their very life too.


by me
(this story is a conglomeration of origional ideas
about what goes bump in the night.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bloody Marry

Quiet marry Quiet Marry
Her story soon grows dark and scary
She met a boy who had no care’he
Decided to run the midnight fairy.
She wanted to cross the chilly brook so too the fairy marry took.
The boy did not mean to stair’he couldn’t help but wonder were she,
Stumbled upon the stone she carry.
In place of an eye it staid with marry.
The boy thought it was rather queer
yet for some reason it brought him much fear.
So much fear he couldn’t look he simply pushed her into the brook.
The cold water burning red while something hard hit her head.
The boy with an oar he pushed her down,
hoping she would quickly drown.
Marry Marry
Her story growing dark and scary
The body the boy could not carry.
So he dug a hole right were it lay only to burry the very next day.
He hurried home covered in mud hoping it would hide the blood.
But when he arrived at his cottage home
Upon the table their sat a stone.
The same stone that Marry carried obvious now it wasn’t buried.
He wondered how it got their and then it began to stair. . .
He thought it a demon so to get rid of the heathen
He reached for the axe that wasn’t their.
As he turned around he thought he saw hair floating in the
Air above the stone, soon taking form of body and bone.
It was clear now marry was home.
With an axe in hand and a sickle in the other she ran at her brother.
Their was no time for a shriek to pair the crime.
Only a splatter of blood
Marry Marry
Bloody marry
Your story so dark and scary
Men grow weary
Poor. . . poor . . .
Marry


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Cretan Of The Dammed

You hear me in your dreams . .
Your thoughts.
I stand by you . . .
Your Children . . .
In silence.
My words corrosive . . .
Seductive.
You follow god
I stray you from your path . . .
You cannot fight me . . .
I will be your fall.
When you weaken . . .
I’ll consume you.
Twisting you with my lies . . .
You may hurt me,
with your tongues
But I will never die . . .
I will be your fall.