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Sullen Creature
The Book of Satan
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| For a very long time, I could never share my poetry. I was afraid of criticism, be it constructive or otherwise. Now, I really don't care, I know there has to be at least one person who will enjoy my poetry. Someone once told me: "The root of all evil lies in the heart of a black soul" I don't think that person remembers ever telling me, but I've remembered. I will remember it always. Its been almost an inspiration. Now enjoy the poetry... -Dear Sweet Melancholy She sits by the window at night ...our Melancholy loved the moon alone with no one to repremand everything seems clear, then in a second its gone all thoughts DEVINE in their ways Concealed emotions take over Crude attitudes unfold Evil thoughts surround her Sorrow takes its toll She dwells in mystical morbid thoughts understood by only a few ...Seduced by the knife... picks it up she's sadistic cuts her arm, masochistic The blood starts to drip like the hot wax of a candle ...drip, drip, drip everything seems fake her body feels cold Concealed emotions take over Crude attitudes unfold Evil thoughts surround her Sorrow takes its toll ...Our dear sweet Melancholy has died all love forever deprived... -untitled be afraid a new obsession awaits with chains, ropes passion, pleasure all together, nothing is extinguished -untitled you are my ornament... my passion, reveals your secrets, your secrets, reveal your thoughts, your thoughts, reveal your struggles, your struggles, are the veils on my wall. -untitled I am alone my head in a nuclear war I try to listen to all the lies of the world, everyone obsessed with the unknown, but the answers are here under the buckets of blood... -Chant of desperation Summon the Great One... Cry to him like a lost child for he is your father... Call out to him to make real of your deepest desires... -the Great jesus hunter All other shared emotions can never amount to the true feelings roaming about Trying to spill the sweet cup of wine, that jesus has died for, your lives and mine All that is deep within "OH GOD FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE SINNED" For all the riches in the world, and happiness untamed, I shall leave jesus christ to die in shame. Never once a regret for the acts I portray Stoned him until his blood I may lay on to bring greater riches, to all that believe jesus christ the son of god can no longer breathe. Scalp him, decapitate him, put his head on a stick show it to the "mighty" god and then I will lick the blade in my hand, all the blood stops my hunger to mutilate the son, and humiliate the father I defeated the one whom all have adored the sheep left alone to tend to their own The "virgin" mary is left, I am off to taunt her to stare, point, and laugh for I am "the Great jesus hunter"... -Idealistic Apocalypse In the end I will be left standing over the masses of decomposing corpses I will be left standing with my new obsession... The sanctimonious dead I am the one who they dispise the one who decrypts their beliefs, Their idealistic throne sat on by a hypocritical king DEMORALIZE! DEMOLISH! CORRUPT! CORRUPT! CORRUPT! Corruption is the key to the annihilation of the bles-sed Persuade them to do all we please Our fiendish plans will soon unfold Savagely I deflower virgins perverting and fiendishly violating their little minds The goodness in their pure hearts will save them right? The "mighty mighty" king will get up from his golden throne and demonstrate his power the enchanted power will do no good I will demoralize! I will demolish! I will CORRUPT! Even the greatest of kings can never withstand the powerful evil that I have at hand... The Raven My friend the raven who has protected me since birth given all the love he has to fill my void Desperation sinks in, as my raven flys away The time has come for him to fly. To fly away and die. For he wishes I never witness this terrible act I am lonely without my raven, without my protector, my guide, my love, my life. I try to cope, but there is no fill for this new void in my life, this black hole in my heart. Will we fly together again? Perhaps. But I will wander 'till the day... The Deceiver I put on an act For all to see A play of sorts Whatever it may be I am happy, confident Loving and kind But the truth of it all is that they are blind Under the mask There is envy and lust Pain, sorrow and guilt Anger and wrath All this has built Inside of my head I have nowhere to turn But to audience of friends Whom soon I will burn A hole in their hearts A stab in the back For they don't really know My heart is black Full of hatred and painj That no one can bear So I try not to strain I hold it all in Till I am all alone once more To let the real me out Down to the core When I am alone I can't banish everyone I despise Instead I write it all down Full force with no lies I let it all out and now I must rest For tomorrow I have To put on my best Act of betrayal to Everyone I see For I can NEVER show them The real me... Some will love you, some will hate you, if you despise them all, none will break you... |
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