We may see the end of the Babel Tower |
The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all over the earth. Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint! Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across t...
Posted by Xaemyl on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 11:09:00 PST |
The Scars of Cold Kisses |
Science. The new aristocracy. Progress. The world is on the march. And why shouldn't it turn too?It's the vision of numbers. We are moving toward the spirit.Its certainly deserted. Its the voice of th...
Posted by Xaemyl on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 09:08:00 PST |
Upon the shores of this desolate coast ... |
Everything around meThat I experience is cold and deadThe blood of others is ofA colder substance and taste
Therefore I must spill and serveThe blood that in Me runs vibrant ...
Posted by Xaemyl on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 04:19:00 PST |
Flock of Fiends |
Black void. Culmination point where solar suns decline. Deserting thrones of stellar winds Divine. Dusk. Dawn. Twilight aureates. Balance breeds hostility. Contention will throw wide its gates.Blackne...
Posted by Xaemyl on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 10:03:00 PST |
Recrudescent, this condition |
Our unity of war and art lost the human creed. Here you're no more that a shade of blood that never bleeds. The silence breaks. The die is cast. Ignore our final pleas. Engage insanity. World falls to...
Posted by Xaemyl on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:00:00 PST |
The strong voice ceas'd ... |
... for a terrible blast swept over the heaving sea. The eastern cloud rent. On these cliffs stood Albions wrathful Prince. A dragon form clashing his scales at midnight. He arose, and flam'd red mete...
Posted by Xaemyl on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 07:56:00 PST |
Reptiles of the Mind |
An angel came to me and said: 'O pitiable foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou ar...
Posted by Xaemyl on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 09:43:00 PST |
Quinessence |
8 miles deep the wellForgotten by mortalsI drank it downIn one single sip8 miles wide the valleyBeyond all hopeI filled the holeWith one single fist5 million womenAll alone in the nightI had then all ...
Posted by Xaemyl on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 04:45:00 PST |
Local Speciality |
"I hope you didn't think I was some sort of dirty old man." "Oh, no, not at all!" "Oh good, because that would *never* do. (Leering down her blouse). Would you like to try a little local specialty?"...
Posted by Xaemyl on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 11:51:00 PST |
Feed Your Anger |
I know you like it when I'm covered in bloodOn your knees with a gun to your head
Posted by Xaemyl on Sun, 09 Jul 2006 03:03:00 PST |
