Who has the most sinister mind, spirt, and soul?

Deadline?

Devilment


I found her dead in the forest
Surrounded by headstones
Whispering names of the dead
Head resting on pillows of snow
On a bed of fallen leaves
Underneath the howling moon
 
She's a tortured sleeping beauty
Hexed by a witchcraft spell
Trapped between the past and now
But I caress the cold dead flesh
Place a rose on her breast
And leave a kiss on her brow
 
In pentagrams
Wretched with flame
The candles sputter
With the sheep's blood
Ancient rites
My heart, it flutters
 
This merriment
Of devilment
Kill the innocent
The sacrament
Of devilment
Is so passionate
 
At last, she takes a bated breath
Then she opens her eyes
Then she sees her Prince Charming
But I see a flash of red hate
In eyes of pure blue skies
The contempt in alarming
 
In pentagrams
Wretched with flame
In different seasons
With the sheep's blood
Ancient rites
My heart, it seizes
 
Is she enthralled by witch's curse
Or maybe the devil
In the flesh of a goddess?
The stories never tell of this
Ending with the maw
Giving me the monster's kiss
 
Draped in spider webs under moons
Spying with its contempt
The cemetery whispers
Her name, glazed with those long dead things
The demons in shadows
Praise her in secret vespers
 
The merriment
Of devilment
Blood of innocent
The sacrament
Of devilment
Is so passionate

The Rape and Holy Sacrilege


Across the bewitching horizon
Can you see the falling stars?
Cast your deepest wish
On the dying angels, afar

Beneath the waning moon
The godly become godless
The candles flutter in the gloom
The rape and holy sacrilege

His children bent him a knee
In shining armor from land to sea
They spilt blood for his word
For his glory
In the name of God
They went to war

In fancy flights of twilight
And forbidden longings of delight
His favored children sinned
In carnal lust
And broken trust
Those angels, they grin

But sweet words of poison
Dripped into God's ear
Those tainted words
Cut like swords
And then God felt fear

Beneath the waning moon,
Can you see the falling stars?
The candles flutter in the gloom
On the dying angels, afar

Across the bewitching horizon
The godly become godless
Cast Your deepest wish
The rape and holy sacrilege

"I can see
Statuesque,
Beautiful,
The bearing of my children.
I cast from
My kingdom,
Beating heart,
Let thee be gone my sight."

Belial
Abaddon
Mephistopholes
Beezlebub
Lucifer
Are all fallen stars

In his righteous gaze they burned
With such foul contempt and spurn
From the Heavens they fell
Through blood and death
With bated breath
They tasted hate in Hell

So, will you just remember
On cold nights by the cinders
When you wish on dead stars,
The broken trust
Turned to rust,
Who hears you, afar

Across the bewitching horizon
Can you see the falling stars?
Cast your deepest wish
On the dying angels, afar

Beneath the waning moon
The godly become godless
The candles flutter in the gloom
The rape and holy sacrilege

IN THE NAME OF LUCIFER ! extreme content !

(Based on the life of Gilles de Rais)
 
 
He was such an innocent little man
One of such nobility in all of the land,
Take from his vaults, give to the poor,
The highest of esteem among the lords.
Nights of joys held at his estate,
Keeping little children up too late.
 
A wonderland full of joys
A fantasy full of toys.
 
He came to them in a silk red robe
And the keys of his humble abode.
Chocolate candies line his pockets
For only the joys of his rocket.
“Tell no one, little one, of our game
Or there will be a price to pay.”
 
For decades it continued like this,
Childish giggles and orgasmic bliss.
Perverted games played beyond the moat
Hundreds of innocents forced under his coat.
But too soon the perversions turned too great
And deeds in his mind gone and sealed their fate.
 
A wonderland not what it seems
A fantasy full of little screams.
 
In the name of darkness, a sacrifice,
A chorus of crying laments in the night.
Parents never learned of the Count
Never heard a voice, not even a sound.
Once every night necrophilia begins anew
Pounding the dead bodies of those he slew.
 
All of this in the name of Lucifer,
A promise of sacred secret splendors.
Sadistic games of swinging ropes,
Endless slave children forced upon the goat.
Lacerations peeling virgin skin,
Music in the night of the screams that rent.
 
A wonderland to take your breath
A fantasy full of death.
 
Past the doors lit by the moon
Is a cellar filled with doom.
Hundreds of children wrapped in shrouds,
That came from the farms and towns.
Parents desperately trying to find
Their way into the predator’s mind.
 
Clues compiled that lead to the truth
Seeking vengeance now seems moot.
Townsfolk gather with burning torches
Came eventually to the Lord’s porches.
Dragged him off into the night
And set his estates alight.
 
A wonderland full of blood
A fantasy of his knees in the mud.

‘Snuggle Buck’

I’m the most diabolical
Clandestine
Evil
Wicked
Sinister
“ASSHOLE”
You will ever have the privilege to know

I play the nice guy
The shy guy
The quiet guy
To lure women to my side

To tell them
How much I love them
And need them
So I can use them
To satisfy my carnal desires

Thinking I’m in love
They fall in love
Believing were in love
They abandoned all inhibitions and suspicions

I demand sex
Selfish sex
Degrading sex
Unusual sex
My own personal whore, till I get bored

Then I’ll find another woman
A prettier woman
A richer woman
A younger woman
A more gullible woman
One with far less wear and tear

So I’ll dump her
Spurn her
Ignore her
Hurt her
Witnessing her tears I will be so amused

After all, isn’t that what women are fore?
Bodies to be used
Minds to be abused
Hearts to be broken and bruised

To suck
To fuck
To shuck
Then chuck
Treat them like a puppy
Then abandon them like a doggie

So I ask you?
I challenge you
I dare you
Am I not the most sinister Son-Of-A-Bitch
To ever exist?

Oh!  I should add; I'm always ready to trade in a ride, (with to many calories on the odometer) for a skinnier model.

In one week.

You have one week

~The Devil's Kiss~

Hello, Mr. Sinister ...


Listen closely -
                                   
Death on a cold dream,
                                     whispered your name to me.
A season ago.
                                      TIS a path built on misery, for reason.
And my dagger's fever,
                                       arose for the taming. Landing deep.

To the hilt, to be precise.
Your icy expression said it felt like silk on thorns.
Your spine became electrified to this introduction.
The cruel twist comes in currents with a paralyzing assist.
The hot river flows, and I explode for this exquisite form of control.
My drone did as she was told and infiltrated the beast's bloody throne.

Now the seeds take root,
                                    allowing the sickness to spread even deeper.

There's only three ways to stick em' - long, deep and wide.
So, now I slowly climb inside, the belly of the beast for a while.
And my drum continues to thump to that sweet lyrical madness.
Make no mistake, under the hypnosis.
My right hand delivered the dark sustainment.
It makes for nice punctuation to the last sensation.
My vengeance has a pulse and you looked it in the eyes.
Now you can't deny, its thousand needle cry.

And you thought the Devil's kiss
was going to be a slow burn, under a cold mist.

Don't forget to kiss my blade and tell it, thank you.
After it splits your bowels and rips through your pancreas.

The Sadist In Me ! extreme content !

There is a depraved      
dark side to me      
one that imagines a hell      
in which Lucifer and his fallen      
hold orgies of the most sinister type      
     
all the fallen have names      
though they are too sacred to be uttered      
to the public so they where masks      
and are announced by their twisted forms of torture      
     
the most beautiful women are brought in      
to the arena this is a competition      
to see which fallen one can be the most cruel      
     
Lucifer looks on licking his lips      
Lilith by his side stroking him      
     
Asphyxia comes in and chooses      
a beauty from the stable of women      
ties her to a table and puts a bag over her head      
puts a hot curling iron in her pussy and fucks her with it      
as she is struggles for air      
screaming a muffled scream      
swollen and blistered he then fucks her with his cock      
she convulses gasping her last breath      
but then no one really dies in hell      
     
you die endless deaths      
     
Lunatic comes up next and Lucifer moans      
his beauty is a coy little blonde      
she is shackled to the table      
he waves his hand over her      
and she is covered with      
assholes, pussies and mouths      
he calls in his demonic horde      
they have long dark tendrils      
entering her every orifice        
sexually violating her      
making their way to her brain      
where they play out all there sick fantasies      
she is fucked and drunk dry from the inside      
until she is nothing but a shell      
     
Pyro comes up in flames      
sets his lovely one on fire      
a large mirror over her      
forced to watch her beauty melt away      
too ugly to fuck the audience laughs      
as she screams in agony      
her name vanity while on Earth      
     
Lucifer fails to cum while      
watching this display      
there will always be more      
days for depraved torture      
there is no winner today      
the story goes on      
     

I love Blue Angel and her ink so that's fine with me