The Devil's Drum |
eh bored @ work, wrote this a while back , figured i'd post it:with nerves taut as the skin of the devil's drum...i waitslowly, silently ,writhing in the blacknessquivering with baited breathdank in t...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:11:00 GMT |
the sacrament of flesh |
With ease bourne of a liar's tongue I betray the sacrament of flesh, Masticated in the abscence of ritual, mauled in the right of my own dominionThe light of dead eyes reaches me in my hole, my home, ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 09:56:00 GMT |
Prey Becomes Predator |
Weirdest fucking dream ever......I'm in a police station, in a cell.I'm a witness to some sort of crime, or a threat to some type of criminal organization, and they're coming to get me.Apparently this...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 05:12:00 GMT |
BELPHEGOR RISING |
Lord of the Opening;bring me wine and wealthshow me the path of iniquityand rise above the filtheasier..to take than earnsimpler..to slice their throatthe god of sloth,show me the waythe god of wealth...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:27:00 GMT |
EVERTO INFORMATIO(DEMONIC CONCEPTION) |
PURGED, WITHOUT REDEMPTIONENGULFED, I, BORN OF FIREWAITING,TO RAPE THE WORLDBEHOLD! E'RE COME THE SON OF PERDITIONAS FORETOLD IN DEMONIC PREDICTIONTHE CLEANSING PURITY OF FIREWASHING THIS WORLD AWAYDR...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:24:00 GMT |
Entwined with Armageddon |
the exile of hope, the end of his dominion,the age of annihilation, the bridge to oblivion,embraced by darkness, consumed in hateso slight the shifting winds of your fatebehold, the revelation of shre...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:23:00 GMT |
War of Conviction |
the hunt is on...the lambs shall run...in the halls of war the end shall come,praise be to hecate...as the bloodlust runs high...with our swords of flame we beckon the night...in this war of convictio...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:23:00 GMT |
withered wings of devastation |
flying far and fast on the withered wings of devastation, surveying the pitiful human scourge, death,death and decay, all that i see, years pass like springs never seen again,
the end, the flames, a g...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:59:00 GMT |
Bored@work |
In the absence of ritual, i might have found her lovely, if her face was'nt shredded in that awful kind of way, exposed bone, a half-devoured, rotted angel...her smile speaks of miles of discomfort, a...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 14:59:00 GMT |
SewnShutByMidknight |
Lost in layers of flesh, beneath the moon of decrepit corpses,Look for me in the dead of light......,reaping flesh as the wheat of generations,
Consuming the tears of righteousness, laughing at their ...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 14:42:00 GMT |
