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Erebus

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About Me

Devil Worship. Meaning, to put it bluntly, I renounce the holy spirit, I reject all the gospels and teachings of the filthy god jehova, I spit upon his books, beat his priests, burn his churchs, and fuck his daughters. I wish for nothing more than to watch heaven burn. I've been dreaming about eating angels. Hail Satan, Nema.

My Interests

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There is an enemy for us to slay, and his name is holy, holy. Sharpen your swords, Brothers. Raise your spear, Sister. Shed skin and walk War roaring curses and bleeding vile sorcery like a rain of crimson death. Feast on the angels, and eat your fill. Make a headdress of the feathers, and wear masks of the skin. Adorne yourselves in jewlery of bones and innards, dance to the gates of heaven with the skulls of the hosts in your hands crying, "The Messengers are slain, O Impotent One! We hear no singing tonight! No singing but the sounds of our Curses! No music but the beating of our drums! The Messengers are all slain, Most Hated! We come for your throne!" Bring forth the fires of Hell on every torch and in every heart, and with joyous rapture set the pearl gates aflame!

My Blog

Dead

I'm going to vanish from the face of the earth for a while. Those of you who will find me are the ghosts of my past. Those of you who never see me again, remember me as I was. The time will come when ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 03:32:00 GMT

let me

I break my fingers off in her mouth Silly little girl made of cloth and thread Butterfly wings But now the dead have opened their eyes Inside of my skull, stirring rigored limbs The shaking will pass...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 23:56:00 GMT

s(no)w

Bury me in snow before I murder you
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 05:36:00 GMT

hm.

The wind is nothing like an embrace. It never is. The cold air doesn't caress. It never does.
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:00:00 GMT

hunger

Rend the breath from my lungs to stir the fallen leaves, and in the cold evening air I am the rain from the sky, tears from the heavens, blood of god. The angels weep bitterly for every one of their s...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 14:53:00 GMT

siott

Staring into space Inebriated from the blood of a thousand honorable deaths The stars number less than do the bodies in the wake of the man called massacre the man called catastrophy A universe reflec...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 07:56:00 GMT

i breath

i breath and perhaps i will kill you all bloodless solid-gold murder torn from nightmares like skin from bone perhaps i will if i still breath  
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 20:10:00 GMT

-.-

o.o
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 01:21:00 GMT

feeding

the stars burn black in a sky made of autumn with a moon like the pale bones of her dead god we march like an army billions of insect legs millions of biting heads mandibles in my fingers tell her to...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 08:24:00 GMT

running

I keep running. The breathing of a violent madness hot upon my neck. My hair stands on end. My heart explodes in my chest, my lungs catch with agony, my legs shred from the force of it. I keep running...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 13:38:00 GMT