They say love conquers all if you make it to first base without getting kicked in the face The harsh point of rejection the twisted views in our collective reflections Why is it that she is only willing to see that pervert in me?
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Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask
Peeled clean beneath the mask you wear your wicked spirit rejecting your minds hold on your chosen reality, still undaunted by this confusion concealed by your lack of morality Descending into the blighted reaches of humanity lay your rancid heart picking at the scabs of a rotting soul, feel thy sting in the bitter cold. ContinueContinue reading “Your Task Who’s Face is Under The Mask”
The Tides Of Love
I fear not the needs of a weary heart driven into the confines of internal confession, Nor will I concede to the articles of conformity by making undue concessions. I see! the demands put forth by such rich and giving blue eyes eager to strip me of all free will. Yet no words from the silent lipsContinueContinue reading “The Tides Of Love”
Shadows In Light Darkness Is Sight
Sandymans Quote: “Concealed in twisted minds lay wicked hearts! will confide with every sin, be it ever so thy humble home within the darkened den.”
The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me
The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be the cringe from within, this curse for my sins. Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men I’m the task I’m the lash, they fall, a heap of trash. They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits a delightful demise! this demeaningContinueContinue reading “The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me”
Food For Thy Brood
In seeking your souls this hate unfolds before the baptizing of men idol worshiper this evil willingly natures, you can not deny your sin. Taste the blood of thy fathers who cast down the legacy you’ll fulfill, oh suffer in solitude before the devil’s brood your fate is now sealed.
He Who Would Be King
Empty heads wicked hearts oh vile frail! fallow men vipers we plucked, maggot infused flesh festering rut. Look into the shallow inners of this beast! no release, fanatic cries! zealots, not herd, agony! should be stirred. We speak his evil will, your succubus will conceal her ills in a roll of the dice wraith! isContinueContinue reading “He Who Would Be King”
Welcome To The Dark Side
We see the dark side in your wicked soul, your nakedness! a blood kiss from a corpse turning cold. Render thy will for hollow hills of horror howls, your manifestation the martyr! to be slaughtered at the altar. Heed you loathsome harlot before his majesty of misery cast down the last of thy faith inContinueContinue reading “Welcome To The Dark Side”
No! My Son, You Shall Not Rest
No! my son, you shall not rest a sullen bastard child unworthy before nobles and kings. Spiteful unprincipled men of prodigious wealth, vile jackals of parasites who plunder the people’s purse. You shall rise before the people of the land, I a mother with God’s blessing hand, raised a lion among men. Go forth myContinueContinue reading “No! My Son, You Shall Not Rest”
Destiny Declines, Divinity Not Mine
This fascination with these whimsical whispers! curiously crude the current creators are resistors. Witnessing realms where clairvoyant’s clarity looms, the mythical plotting of your doom! real damn soon. Eyes of your tomb, bewitched is worst then gloom, In the sands of time distance of mind will consume. Peel back the fallacies of the foolish whoContinueContinue reading “Destiny Declines, Divinity Not Mine”
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