Demonic Entities... They Rise

For this competition you are to write a poem ... well let it sound more like a demonic spell for rising a certain demon.

Name the Demon in your poem who you summon.
Why? Describe everything. The surroundings, the music, the air...
Whatever, be as visual as possible.


RULES

Atleast 200 words, ... Not more than 350 ... unless its real interesting.

One Entry per poet

Title your piece

Give your piece a picture to go along with the scenery.

No Colabs please




LET THERE BE GORE AND WATCH AS DEMONIC ENTITIES, THEY RISE!!!!

This made me rub my hands together and laugh maniacally

demonic entities yes indeed my specialty will be back

http://rachelizabella.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/colorful-baphomet.jpg

ABUFIHAMAT





FALLEN ANGEL RACES

Atlantean warlocks unveiled rifts in hyperspace
opened up floodgates
of a fallen demon race
from bygone eras and timelines of the multiverse
invaded earths recent eras and brought an ancient curse
qliphothic demons disperse alien species that serve the chthonic demiurge
what we call demonic entities
are legions of fallen verities
and fallen angelical emissaries
they invaded the light being angel race
that were native guardians to this earthly place
and began hoarding and damaging the stargates
prior to the cataclysms and invasions
it was matriarchal societies and mystery schools that ruled even the caucasions
than blackened skies and endless cries left wounds engraven
than overruled was heathen havens dark cults and clans demon laden
these naga bloodlines dark prophets who invoke apophis and are maligned
after the flood
it was the bloodlines of the nephilim draco blood
that were born to brood
no one can imagine what even happened barbarity and ruthlessness you cant even fathom
these alien masters and there progeny of the nephilim
were ancient lineages of daemonic beings of fallen lost seraphim
that with the grey alien elohim they were in tandem
cults of saturn
babylonian brotherhoods
in subsurface taverns
with annunagas with hoods reptilian aryan crossbreed bloodlines post flood not good
aryan kings to the hyksos pharoahs
dark cults overruled by fallen legions
shadowy as crows
nightlighters luciferian serpentine vipers vanguards who slaughtered the bards left many cracked like shards
you don't need to be a seer
to glimpse what really happened in the north western hemisphere
numerous devil species that from high places they were cast
invaded earths recent timelines with horrors that still last
whether its yaldabaoth shaitan or beelzebub that ruin bliss
there not trife by fist and not fightable with the kris
your dealing with factions of fallen entities from the infernal abyss
engraven in these lyrics
black magician overlords plaguing the masses with lucferian spirits
fallen angel races brought a lot of shit
including the technoglogy that allows you to read this
from quetzalcoatl nergal and moloch
turn on your own kind and offer up your own stock
earths quarantine machine made mean
past life recollection no body knows
self hate just grows
blasphemens draconian foes
many past lives have me casted into the void
still under the whim of dark arts archons and nefarious reptilioids
yall south africans from sirius b   (sirius b dogon nommo)
im a blue eyed blue soul starseed
from lyrae and the pleides
families of sidhe light beings
you didnt come here in spaceships like alien greys
but came through merkaba light vehichles through the etheric gateways
channels of the nether
immortals through portals faring the dark ethers



Jamis Demalo Sidhe Miledh

ET VIGILAT DIABOLUS

This coming Halloween will open wide the gates
For lost shades of all shapes to fuel their hate
When the veil between the living and dead break
But from the headless hessian to your boogeyman
I seek no mere specter

With thirteen black candles
Around the five pointed star
The moon shines brightly
As flames flicker in breeze
I speak to you

Dominus, Lucifer
Obsecro ut hic existunt,
Cecidit de cisternis desperationis
Et nos, ut inferat damnationem

My lord, Lucifer
I beg you to come forth
From the fallen pits of despair
And bring damnation to us

With this blood offering
Cast your sigil on the wall
The blood drips slowly
On meager sacrifices
Still I urge you

Dominus, Lucifer
Et flamma de excedas
Mundus autem tua subter
Et amplexabitur me ut filium

My lord, Lucifer
Will you step from the flame
The world will tremble beneath your steps
And embrace me as a son

The shadowed room goes cold despite the fires lit
Things from the pit drool and shit on the spit
The sacrifice spinning lazily, cooking
Preparing a glorious feast for our fallen lord
I am no mere human

Feverishly speak words
Incantations long and lost
‘Til you hear my call
My summoning of Father
For possession

Dominus, Lucifer
Obsecro ut venias ad
Quia hoc proprium ac mortali dolor
Vestra animam comedere

My lord, Lucifer
I beseech you to come
And take this mortal coil for your own
My soul is yours to eat

Deprimeris, Vigil
I urge you
Angelico, Daemon
By all rights
Bellua, Draconem
I belong to you

O magnum diaboli!
O magnum daemonem!
Shine your light on me
O Lucifer!

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my soul is yours to eat hah good shit

Oh great one, I'm still waiting
for you to once again make yourself known
I've never been one for anticipating
your presence, but I know you won't leave me alone

Until you want to get a rise out of me
I will never be free of you, and I have accepted that fact
Even though you show up unexpected without a key
You make it hard for both of us to know how to act

Evil, demonic, and sadistic are all words that I use to describe
your behaviors, my behaviors, whenever you are around
Even though I sometimes fall off the ride,
there is no one more comforting than you; that is what I have found

This time, I am using logic to keep you at bay
I am choosing when you come and go
I know that nothing ever gets done when I pray
and even though you might be my friend, you are also my foe

Come to me, oh great one, I've got a plan
To ignore you and refuse what you offer
This time, I'm not giving you the upper hand  
Instead, I'm making my landing softer

Before I prepare for a night out on the town
I'm lighting a candle and turning on black lights
Rather than smile, I've chosen a frown
to help keep you from entering my sights

There is no music; you don't deserve any
Remember, everything is my choice
Do not allow me to drink, make this the first sober day of many
Stay away, Oh Great one, please hear my voice

Not one more broken tooth, no more blood or even a bruise
You will not take any more of my body or my mind and thoughts ever again
From this day forward, all alcohol becomes mine to refuse
And as I blow out the candle, death to you is what I send

oh We rising some demonic shit .... I LOVE IT!!!

Keep those entries coming!!! ...

Uhm, well, have already written this, for another reason, and been keeping it for a while,,, will post the link because it is too long for here at 2,392 words, WELL ABOVE the word limit, hehehe... But simple short of it, this is a true event that happened,,, it was raised by my pride and vanity one evening as I cursed both God and the Devil, Don't know the name of it, I guess it will be called vanity, which is the first sin have always heard... and the Dam thing is still here, Never threw it out, simply because am not sure what will happen if I get it mad, hehehe o.0   http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/181327-the-breaking-vol-iii/   Will work on a shorter version if can manage too,

Pazuzu, King of Demonic Winds

Lord Pazuzu, Dark Angel of winds,
One who conveys the plague
And form a dreadful fever.
Arise with your visual aspect
Of half man and animal
With the face of a frightful creature,
Clawed talons and armored torso,
And the tail of the scorpion!
Son of the king of evil spirits,
Raise your arms in opposite ways
Where you represent life and death;
Creation and destruction.
Mighty Pazuzu, he who flies in the shadows,
Desperately he usurps dominion
Of every beast while in invariable conflict.
The recruited allies of Hell,
Forming the grievous battle
Against the fledged demon goddess Lamasthu
Who were once companions
Until the enraged Pazuzu wanted vengeance
For her shift of power he always craved for.
In the Lost Coast of Varisia
The cults play out the fight.
But for the favored influence for high rank,
The mortal must call upon his name,
And the Lord Pazuzu shall shape the event
In terrifying unwanted attention
Through his ability to possess one’s weak body.
As Pazuzu stimulates a pretentious claim
To be self-declared as the baron of winds
And patron of all thing’s evil,
The breed of flying creatures of Hell
Are forced to bow before him.
As his minions now go present beyond the shadows
The crowned demon takes the position
Of the grandmother of nightmares
As overlord of the winged beasts
To let loose the chaotic evil in the air.

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MURDOCH THE FOX

Murdoch…Murdoch…Murdoch

Say it once, say it twice
Slowly say it thrice
For the devil’s blessing
When you throw the dice

Murdoch Murdock…Murdoch

Evil names rolls off the tongue
Like Herod, Adolf, Vlad, or Beelzebub
Add Murdoch to the incantation
To call Satan to rise above

Murdoch…Murdoch…Murdoch

Demon of disruption
High Priest of Hate
Twister of truth
His audience are his slaves

Murdoch…Murdoch…Murdoch

‘Down Under’ is not just a continent
It’s the deep dark lair of the liar
This slanderous prevaricator
His Kingdom is the eternal fire

His salacious empire
Of defamation was born
On the naked innocence
Of page three kiddie porn

A malevolent and discontent
Hate mongering muckraker
Have him buried facedown
Bribe the gravedigger

Murdoch…Murdoch…Murdoch

The dirty scarlet jackal
That lying hypocrite sham
“You believe what he says?”
So did the Ginger Bread Man

He sleeps with a red dragon
Tyrants of the East are his friends
He hates the French and the British
He despises everything American

Murdoch…Murdoch…Murdoch

Say it low, say it slow
Every time you call the FOX
The very sound of his name
Would even scare old Hitchcock

Murdoch…Murdoch…Murdoch
Each time you say it
Say it slower and more concise
And feel your blood turn to ice

And remember what Jesus said of Herod?
“That FOX!”

one day left guys.... this is going to be hard to choose!!! i love all of this pieces!! Grrr

I still have time to enter DH?