Crimson Rampage

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Satanae ira Adeptus

Hear the devil calling from below
To the souls of a fiery fate.
“No hope for the righteousness,
I unfold a slaughtering sin!”
Satan sends the revelation
And drowns the Christians in a blaze.

Take me to your frozen wasteland
And damn me as a traitor.
For I was more than a terrorist of greed
My mortality will be devoured.
Dump my corpse in an abandoned forest
For it is the gift of the lord.

You were a worthless fag
You followed God like a dog.
With that I will possess your body
And smother you eternally!

Hear thy voice as I cast a spell
To be the bringer of chaos.
Satan comes around in a shadow
They run and hide and shake with fear.
Kneel before the heretic
As the blood stains the circle,

For you, helpless one, were a worthless fag,
You followed God like a fucking dog!

Thank God I Woke Up

From a sound sleep  
I am awakened  
to the sound of footsteps  
footsteps I assumed  
to be that of the man I love  

I turn to my side  
my back to the door  
awaiting his strong arms  
to wrap around me  

Very quickly I felt his weight  
and I sank into the mattress  
up against his body  

A feeling unexpected  
so cold and wet  
I immediately trembled  
knowing something was not right  

I turned to face him....HIM  
Not the man I loved  
a Stranger....covered in blood  
my mouth immediately gagged  

I struggled to break free  
my hands sliding  
slipping across the blood soaked jacket  
I am now held down by his body  
him on top of me  

He leans down and whispers  
hold  still or
this
will
not
end
well  
and I freeze...  
knowing my two babies  
are in the room down the hall  

I am then told to close my eyes  
and he begins to undress me  
telling me to keep them shut  

As I lay trembling under his weight  
I am not only scared but cold  
cold from the dampness  
of his blood soaked jeans  
and scared to death of whats to come  
but still frozen  
for fear of harm coming to my babies  

My eyes still closed  
I begin to feel a soft caress  
and i think to myself  
amidst the horror...  
that is just too soft for a grown man  

As that soft touch trails down  
my naked and shivering body  
I cant help...  
cant help but to open my eyes  

I see a small hand....  
the hand connected  
to the severed arm of my child  
and I scream!!!!!  

Then I wake up  
in a sweat unlike any other  
short of breath from my screams  

Well it's time to find out.
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i'll give you
a cuban neck tie
to go with those
cement two tone
bowler shoes
and i'll add
the lacerations
to that frown
so i can turn it
permanently
right side up
and wouldn't it
to be nice to
wear adhesive
for eyeliner
or hydrochloric
acid for mouth wash?
Ever thought
you could
break free
from duct tape?

To Cure The Itch~


Walked up to the house, all the lights were off,
 
Unscrewed the lightbulb, knocked on the door real soft.
 
I knocked one more time, harder than before,
 
A light went on inside,A Man answered the door.
 
"You know how late it is? Everything okay?..........
 
Well, go ahead and talk if you've got something to say."
 
I asked "You got a phone? there's been a tragedy.
 
Some poor soul was murdered just down there by the creek."
 
His eyes got wide and curious, curious to see,
 
Then he grabbed a coat and light and said "Show me."
 
So we walked down to the end of the road,
 
And I said "Just there, where the grass hasnt been mowed"
 
As we came walking up he said "There's nothing here,
 
Where the fuck's the body at it couldnt have disappeared?"
 
I smiled and said "No, Sir, It's right here where I said."
 
I grabbed a rock and beat his skull until my arms were dead.
 
See, a fuckin tragedy, Somebody lost their head.
 
I woke up at the creek covered in some blood,
 
Next to some dude with his brains all smashed into the mud.
 
I called the cops and told them I had found a Man,
 
All dead and chillin in the grass, His toes dug in the sand.
 
I watched them come and scoop his brains into a bag,
 
Of course, from a safe distance, 'case they wanted to play tag.
 
Alas, again, I found myself quite bored, to my dismay.
 
Wishing that a little fun would come my fuckin way.
 
Then, as I was walking home, under the bridge Downtown,
 
A Junkie, bout to shoot his dope and lay his monkey down.
 
I sat back and I waited for the fool to just fall out,
 
Then tied his ass up to a pole with just his shirt and belt.
 
To wake him up I took his pin and shoved it in his eyes,
 
Filled his peepers up with air and listened to his cries.
 
I quickly gaged and taped his mouth to buy myself some time,
 
And let him know I was, in deed, outside my fucking mind.
 
I took my blade and traced the veins alog his arms,
 
All I had to do was connect all of the track marks.
 
He drained out like a hanging pig until his brain was dead,
 
Then I grabbed him by the hair and took his fuckin head.
 
Didnt call it in this time, just went along my way,
 
Still had hours to just kill until night turned into day.
 
I thought I'd go to church. You know, confess all of my sins,
 
I got there and above the door it said "God's House, Come In."
 
The place was empty save a priest up in the front row,
 
Reading from his story book and clenching his scarecrow.
 
I walked up behind him making my presence known,
 
And asked him "Father, Does He forgive everyone? Even a wicked soul?"
 
He said "The Lord forgives all who seek forgiveness, Just repent,
 
Confess your sins and wickedness and forgiveness will be sent."
 
I sat beside him and grabbed one of his story books,
 
And calmly asked "Do you think He was watching when their lives I took?"
 
He looked at me with fearful eyes and tried to get away,
 
But I grabbed him by the neck and said "Your God aint here today..."
 
I threw him to the ground and hit him on the head,
 
Just hard enough to knock him out, not leave him dead.
 
I dragged him to the scarecrow standing there on center stage,
 
Pulled it down and tied him to it, then let out some rage.
 
I gathered a few Crusifixes that I found around the place,
 
Stabbed one in each of his shoulders, in his gut and in his face.
 
I piled all the books and candles right there at his feet,
 
And with his blood, upon the wall, I wrote: "BEHOLD MY HERESY"
 
I left the church and thought I'd walk a while,
 
Couldnt help but watch the sun come up and think of thoughts so vile.
 
I Just Smiled.
 
Now I can greet the day without fighting off The Itch,
 
And Life will feel amazing, I wont hate the fuckin bitch.
 
But warning to the folks in town who never can sleep tight,
 
Stay inside your houses safe, the wicked ones come out at night.

Fun sounds good! How about a fun little bloody valentine? Curtesy of your silly, resident Harley Quinn - Me! *Giggle*
Hope ya like it, guys!

- Bloody Valentine -

Some guys treat girls like a doormat.
But I’m the kind of girl who stands tall!
I clean my claws sharper than a cat…
And you’ll come running when I call.
No bats, no cats, no rats stand in my way…
So listen baby to what I’ve got to say!
I’m sweeter than sugar and apple pie,
But I’ll cut you deep until you cry.
Then I’ll kiss it better, baby mine!
I’m your bloody valentine.

Look at me, looking at you!
Fantasies are coming true.
You know you want it, baby!
I can hear you whispering to me…
“Come get some, come get some.”
But I’m just waiting, lover.
I’m waiting, in the dark!
No more crawling anymore,
I’m standing strong, singing my song…
So you come get some, come get some.
I’m waiting for you, lover.
I’m waiting, in the dark!
When the time is right, I’ll make my move,
Then you’ll dance to my groove.

My teachers taught me this and that.
They pushed me hard, but I didn’t fall!
I learned quickly how to push back…
Now I’ve got your back to the wall.
I’m your clown princess; it’s time to play…
You’re in my power where you’ll stay!
I may be crazy but you can’t deny,
You want me baby; don’t be shy.
Let me kiss it better, baby mine!
I’m your bloody valentine.

Look at me, looking at you!
Fantasies are coming true.
You know you want it, baby!
I can hear you whispering to me…
“Come get some, come get some.”
But I’m just waiting, lover.
I’m waiting, in the dark!
No more crawling anymore,
I’m standing strong, singing my song…
So you come get some, come get some.
I’m waiting for you, lover.
I’m waiting, in the dark!
When the time is right, I’ll make my move,
Then you’ll dance to my groove.

If you search this world big and vast,
You’ll find I’m the girl who’s got it all!
I like to put on lipstick red or black…
And dance like crazy down the hall.
You’ll be my plaything, come what may…
My passion is the price you must pay!
Be a good boy; don’t ask me why,
But now is a real good time to fly.
I’ll kiss you crazy, oh baby mine!
I’m your bloody valentine.

And... here's one more tiny descent into utter madness for ya! Enjoy the ride. Lol.

- The Voice of Darkness -

Part I – Fire and Crucifixion

You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.

Part II – Darkness Incarnate

They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.

Part III – Lover of Demons

Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.

Part IV – Bride of the Devil

It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.

Kou_Indigo said:- Reckoning -

“To tear at the very veil of all creation…
Rending it aside to gaze madly beyond!
Such thoughts of the darkest jubilation,
Are amongst those of which I am fond.
Have I not rent asunder such barriers?
Mine eyes, have they not seen through!
There is more to the universe than stars.
Pleasures wait for myself and for you…
We can, even from Heaven, seize them.
One third of the angels: hears my voice!
The self-righteous will hate and condemn.
But we have the freedom of our choice!
No gods can keep us from our destiny…
So, be steeled, and ready to follow me!”

Part One: Wreaths of Flame

In wreaths of flame, kissed by horror’s lips,
My soul was scarred by cruelty so careless…
That it seemed casual, arbitrary, as nothing!
Thoughtless, were those from who oft slips,
The words that wound, with such distress…
That my voice is silenced, before I can sing!
My soul is like a butterfly, desiring freedom.
I long to let forth an aria so proudly fierce…
That Heaven’s most loftily remote kingdom,
Might be moved by my song, to fallen tears.
I know no god who cares for its’ offspring,
No grand paradise, not build from blood…
The skulls of my kindred held up in offering!
I remember when they perished in the flood,
Caused by those who served tyranny foul…
Not mandated by Heaven, but by baseness.
Mankind is yet filled, with those who prowl,
To prey on we who are different and caress:
Ideals that those who hurt me cannot fathom.
It was but hatred that felled ancient Sodom!

Part Two: Karmic Retribution

Shall I pity they who hate me, turn a cheek,
Only to have it struck again only far harder?
Nay, not this time shall I play a lamb: weak…
Fit for slaughtering and thence for the larder!
I shall be the lion foretold; I shall stand fast,
A goddess made into flesh, a warrior queen.
I shall reach forth into the depths of my past,
And conjure forth the divine spark so keen…
That it shall pierce and slash all wickedness!
Such a reckoning as only divinity can wreak,
And words shall carry forth in blessedness…
The wrath that those who hurt me ever seek!
I need not weapons to wound, only my truth.
For falseness is the mire in which evil swims,
And my truth is something it can never undo.
My birth was the moment when thus begins,
The redemption of the kindred suppressed…
By all they as claimed, to speak for Heaven!
Let false prophets and fools be confessed,
Before that judge, that is karmic retribution.

Part Three: Blessed Liberation

They who tore the wings from my lily back…
Those same will know the agony of abysses,
Blacker than old night, dark as deadest eyes!
Hell, is not twisted or horrid enough a crack.
And they will know of embraces and kisses…
As they wallow in suffering under ashen skies,
Which poison the blood and flay off the flesh.
They drank of this when speaking only hate…
And they coveted it, by causing pains afresh.
For all self-righteous bigots, it is far too late!
When my spirit was roused to anger, so hot,
That my eyes beheld old torments long gone.
It was then that was born in my very thought,
The genesis of liberation that is hardest won.
I will fight; I will crusade even to the gates…
Barred by seraphic slaves to blind devotions.
My draconic fury will blaze until it then sates,
The anguish I feel, to be drowned in oceans!
In seas of crimson tears, fallen from my soul.
When all is over, I shall the blessed console!

Part Four: Consummated Dawn

I bring not the reckoning the evil ones crave,
For no lady seeks conflict, nor runs in fear…
From the duty to her kindred and her faithful!
It was cruelty first birthed it, madly depraved,
And it is foolish hatred that brings it ever near.
The blades that pierced me are now long dull!
All I asked was love and understanding pure,
But where was happiness, where was peace?
As I seek it still, my heart so far less demure,
I wonder if all my ancient torments will cease.
No bashful child, but an imperious empress…
Thus have I been changed with years passing!
I am she, who is mother, daughter: temptress.
And I am the one who will sing forth laughing!
Stand with me now, faithful hearts I do love…
And beyond the storm shall be our new calm.
I offered a knowledge I carried from above…
My gifts to mankind were as a soothing balm.
But the past is dust, whilst I remain to create,
A dawn that only pure love may consummate!

You have so much pasion, Jessica! I am blown away by it. There is power in your words... in you... and I feel captivated by it, attracted to it like a moth to a flame. My words are foolish, those of a child... but I mean them truly from my heart. Glory be to you!

-Needless Revenge-

I loved her
I really did,
But she betrayed me.
And because she betrayed me,
She has to pay!

I went to her house that dark, dark night
The one night that even the demons from the hell wouldn’t come to earth
It’s the one night that neither the almighty god
Nor the almighty devil can or will touch me
For my fury burns all around me

I went to her house while she was playing with her new boy toy
I slipped into the back yard
And in through the back window with ease
She nor her boy saw or heard me coming for them

Within seconds they are unconscious
I drag their limp bodies down the stairs
Thump, thump, thump
Their heads bounce off the stairs
I tie their hands to the poles in the ceiling
I tie them so that they face each other

I get my knife, set it on the table
I throw ice water onto their bodies
As soon as she sees me her face morphs into inhuman hatred
I look her in the eyes and tell her "watch"
"You should enjoy this"
I grab the knife and throw it at her boy

He screams a scream that the Banshee's would be scared of
I rip the knife down
Nearly ripping his arm off in the process
Blood gushes out and covers my hand and the floor
She looks disgusted, I’m happy, but still hungry for revenge
I cut his bonds
He is still screaming
He looks at me and freezes, and says "w-what are you?"
I say your worst nightmare
I jump on top of him and punch him 1, 2, 3, 10 times in rapid succession
I disembowel his other arm
Rip his legs free from his body
Then I rip out his heart and put it in Her mouth
I cut her down and push her to her knees
I cut off her head, and watch her dead body spasm
I lay down in the red pool of death that I created
I fall into endless dreams of sweet bloody bliss

I love Needless Revenge

"Enjoying the Boss"
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The day ended
the way it didn’t start,
I lived in the heart of New York,
it wasn’t pretty.
Actually,
I slept well the night before,
over eight hours sleep
I had a schedule to keep,
got there early for inventory.
I worked at
the Seven-Eleven
over on Bellevue,
in the seedy part of town.
I felt like a clown there, but
the economy forced me
into this dead end job,
it was better than nothing.

I used to be a
Wall Street banker
before
the bottom fell out.
Now,  I mop nasty floors,
scrub crap-filled toilets
and ring up cigarettes
for degenerate yuppies
(like I used to be),
think they’re God.
The homeless
street-urchins come in
all the time empty-handed,
steal shit, loads of it.
Poor hungry souls,
I tell them there’s
no nutrition in junk food.
They just laugh and run out.

It wasn’t long before
the owner showed up,
drove up in his Lexus,
started his diatribe,
song and dance about
how rough things were,
the toughness of business,
mumbled something
about a paradigm shift.
He checked his Rolex, told me
I wasn’t counting fast enough,
better get my ass moving.
He repeated this six or seven times.
Then, something clicked,
I just snapped, thought to myself,
I’m going send this
asshole to heaven early,
way before his time.

Quick as lightning,
I sprung up,
punched him in the jaw,
knocked out three teeth,
should have seen them fly,
didn't even cry.
He was stunned in disbelief.
Then, I kneed his balls,
you should have seen him fall,
he started to crawl,
now he was crying.
I smashed the back of his skull
with my  foot,  his brains
splattered everywhere,
eyeballs rolled under
the potato chip counter.
I grabbed his feet,
dragged his body around
leaving blood trails,
he was mighty pale after the fifth lap.
I was laughing by then,
pulled him to the back
and
threw him in
the industrial-mop sink.
I sliced him up into itty-bitty pieces,
put them in a glass jar,
placed him at the register,
right next to the pickled-pigs-feet.
Sweeeeeet sunshine,  kind of neat, huh?

When “Willy” and “Catfish”
(that’s their street names)
came in,
I gave them
the jar of body-bits for free,
told them it was on the house,
said I didn’t have time to talk
because I had a bloody
mess to clean up.
As they left the store,
I hollered,
“Enjoy the boss, boys!”

The Kingdom of Sorrow

Man of pain
servitude thee Kingdom of Sorrow.
Have ye vengeance in thine heart,
seek death to thee?
Walk ye path and quench
ye bloodlust.
Innocents lay slain before ye
decorative splatter, slain he.

For when ye quenched thirst,
those who have fallen
beneath ye
Will walk that path too.
Prepare to die,
murderer.
For when ye strike
Ye turn ye back.
Bringth thine slaughter!
Battleaxe through bone marrow.
Ye who has slain.
Lay dead with ye plight.

Beware, slayer of man.
Vengeance now turns it's gaze
to ye.
Seconds, pass.
As swift and sure
as bullet from gun.
through skull and blood splatter
As Katana through spline.

Murderer slain.
Ye slayer, too die!
Kneel,
and die.
Slain.
Repeat.

Eye for an eye.

Crimson Night -

This crimson night , such a wonderful sight filled with blood and screams of the night, the story of a girl who murders and kills , on a unholy quest mostly for thrills , where ever she goes she leaves death in her wake , December to Dismember , the soul she will take, with a toss of her hair and a twist of her hip she flashes a piece , thirteen in the clip , with deadly speed she goes for the draw , in the blink of an eye gore floods the hall.. leaving the children in terror filled awe , a town destroyed by her gleaming red eye reveling in death as blood fills the sky, screams of the damned who lived just to die and the religious in prayer asking god why...

~Sorrow's Grim

On the ground staring blind, my loves body that her soul left behind.
My eye cry blood, but my lungs, they laugh.  Mind driven mad with the loss of her half.  
The half that was truth.  The half that was reason.  
The half that kept me sane all of these seasons.
I laugh at her body, the hole in it's chest.  
I look to the cause and tell them they're next.

I heft the blade ended her life.  Turn it against those who gave me this strife.
My madness fights for me, slaughtering men.  Arms, heads, and guts flying from them.
As the last of them falls my life starts ebbing away.  It is now I realize the wounds I have garnered this day.
I lie down beside her, looking to the sky above.  My last words as I die "I'll see you soon my love.

How wrong I was...

Sane To Be Insane

Evoke the power of Satan
Have him use thy body to help succeed in what I want, desperate, need the power
He took their lives, and I shall take his
Slit his throat, cut his heart, show him what has taken thy mind

I am not mad
But to question thy sanity
It is a possibility

He hunts me
But once he finds what he is searching for
The surprise of thy mind shall over power him
Death shall rise, take him over, by my hand

I know I am not mad
But to question thy sanity
I do to much

But the anger over whelms, revenge seeks thy mind
The blood he made fall
Will be replaced by thy hand
His heart beating, pumps blood to the floor
From the wound I made

Knife strikes his throat, blood spurring all over
Still not satisfied
Take the knife
Dismember his arms
His arms that lead to his hands, his hands that murdered
Cuts of hatred to his legs
His legs that lead him to that house, house full of innocent people
Stab his eyes
His eyes that saw, saw them die, yet he feels no sympathy, for let him see, with no pity
Sew his mouth
His mouth that said words, words that lie, to the ones who believed, the ones who trusted
Cut off his ears
His ears that did not listen, that shut out what was right, that never heard anyone but himself
Cut open his brain and mind
His mind that let him, let him do this, that held every detail, ever last thing needed to be done
His mind that showed him, and told him, what it thought was great
His mind that took him, took him there, for his mind is what lead to this

I still know I am not mad
But to question my sanity
You will be next
Hahahahahahaha