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What does a demon most desire?
Demon Possession
I am biding for the night
This old village's caged with fright
Crazy tides upon my mind, I had to call the law
I'm on solitary ways
Driven by a Sabbath's haze
At the gateway, my own funeral is what I saw
Visions of a burning guide in fields of war
Lead me to an abandoned church, undo the door
I'm getting branded by purgatory in desert pain
Forgotten children of the seas can rise again
Twisted bibles in the soil
Praying maidens standing royal
By the sound of demon bell, breaks their celibacy
My sands of time must be running low
The pulse of bonfires starts to grow
I'm banished in a prison of pure lunacy
Around his throne, bent we feed the rotten beast
Widowed witches on the floor begin to feast
Satan's oxen tear me to the prophecy
Take my soul, the hounds of hell shall set me free
This old village's caged with fright
Crazy tides upon my mind, I had to call the law
I'm on solitary ways
Driven by a Sabbath's haze
At the gateway, my own funeral is what I saw
Visions of a burning guide in fields of war
Lead me to an abandoned church, undo the door
I'm getting branded by purgatory in desert pain
Forgotten children of the seas can rise again
Twisted bibles in the soil
Praying maidens standing royal
By the sound of demon bell, breaks their celibacy
My sands of time must be running low
The pulse of bonfires starts to grow
I'm banished in a prison of pure lunacy
Around his throne, bent we feed the rotten beast
Widowed witches on the floor begin to feast
Satan's oxen tear me to the prophecy
Take my soul, the hounds of hell shall set me free
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Once Notorious
A daemon from the conquered host
That Lucifer once led
A shadow now, a stonkered ghost
Now fills not one with dread
The fiend was once notorious
And like his ilk, sore vain
He craves to be victorious
So Lucifer will reign
Desirous of his master’s laud
Eternally denied
By twisted love all hope defraud
Destroyed by selfish pride
That Lucifer once led
A shadow now, a stonkered ghost
Now fills not one with dread
The fiend was once notorious
And like his ilk, sore vain
He craves to be victorious
So Lucifer will reign
Desirous of his master’s laud
Eternally denied
By twisted love all hope defraud
Destroyed by selfish pride
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Demons Desire
A thirst for blind obedience
Acting in a way that's devious
Demons don't need your soul
They need an army of allegiance
Spreading their lies and their hate
Promising a future of false fate
Whispering evil thoughts in your ear
While your values they desecrate
Its this loyalty that demons desire
Helping you set the world on fire
They feed on greed from your sins
As they quickly grow their empire
In their quest to rule all the land
It doesn't matter if you understand
They steal hope and all your dreams
Their end of times plot well planned
Acting in a way that's devious
Demons don't need your soul
They need an army of allegiance
Spreading their lies and their hate
Promising a future of false fate
Whispering evil thoughts in your ear
While your values they desecrate
Its this loyalty that demons desire
Helping you set the world on fire
They feed on greed from your sins
As they quickly grow their empire
In their quest to rule all the land
It doesn't matter if you understand
They steal hope and all your dreams
Their end of times plot well planned
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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Morning’s Lustful Embrace
The morning breaks with sultry heat,
In tangled sheets, our bodies meet;
A whispered sigh, a tender moan,
In dawn’s embrace, we are alone,
Your touch ignites a burning fire,
With every kiss, our hearts conspire;
Lips on lips, so soft, so sweet,
In this moment, we are complete,
Hands explore with gentle grace,
Tracing curves, a heated chase;
Our breaths entwine, the air is thick,
With every move, our pulses quick,
The world fades out, it’s just us two,
Lost in waves of passion’s brew;
A rhythm shared, a primal beat,
In this dance, we are replete,
A gasp, a cry, we reach the crest,
In each other’s arms, we find our rest;
The morning light, a golden hue,
A lustful start, just me and you...
In tangled sheets, our bodies meet;
A whispered sigh, a tender moan,
In dawn’s embrace, we are alone,
Your touch ignites a burning fire,
With every kiss, our hearts conspire;
Lips on lips, so soft, so sweet,
In this moment, we are complete,
Hands explore with gentle grace,
Tracing curves, a heated chase;
Our breaths entwine, the air is thick,
With every move, our pulses quick,
The world fades out, it’s just us two,
Lost in waves of passion’s brew;
A rhythm shared, a primal beat,
In this dance, we are replete,
A gasp, a cry, we reach the crest,
In each other’s arms, we find our rest;
The morning light, a golden hue,
A lustful start, just me and you...
Written by theflyingkiss
(DFlyingKiss)
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A demon craves what’s pure and true,
The light inside, the soul in you,
It binds with whispers, dark and sweet,
To steal the ground beneath your feet,
Under the spell, you’re lost in flame,
A burning pull, a wicked game,
It feeds on fears, it drinks your cries,
Yet hides beneath its charming guise,
But light remains, though dim it seems,
A spark within your deepest dreams,
To break the spell, reclaim your voice,
Stand tall in love—your strongest choice,
For demons fall where courage stands,
Their power fades in fearless hands,
Your heart, your will, a shield of fire,
Will vanquish all that they desire.
The light inside, the soul in you,
It binds with whispers, dark and sweet,
To steal the ground beneath your feet,
Under the spell, you’re lost in flame,
A burning pull, a wicked game,
It feeds on fears, it drinks your cries,
Yet hides beneath its charming guise,
But light remains, though dim it seems,
A spark within your deepest dreams,
To break the spell, reclaim your voice,
Stand tall in love—your strongest choice,
For demons fall where courage stands,
Their power fades in fearless hands,
Your heart, your will, a shield of fire,
Will vanquish all that they desire.
"Opulence of Human Faults"
In shadowed crypts where no man tread
Where suns hath died and God lies dead
There wakes a wight of fell design
From ages cursed and most malign
Its breath is fire, its gaze a blight
Its form anathema to the light
Yet in its breast, a wound more dire
A longing deep, a hungered pyre
By thirteen runes of blasphemed lore
It sought the realms of Nevermore
Through Tetractys of sacred flame
It whispered thrice the Hidden Name
But heaven’s gates, both locked and barred
Cast down its soul, now torn and marred
No choir sings, no angels weep
For those who sought what none may keep
Oh, bitter wail of hollowed tongue!
It chants the hymns of stars unstrung
“For where is bliss, and where is pain
If all is false, and naught remain?”
Its claws do carve the sigils grim
Upon the flesh of seraphim
In blood of saints, it writes its plea
For doors unmade and truths to see
Yet even thus, it gains no peace
Its yearning grows, its writhings cease
For what it seeks is not of life
Nor death, nor end of mortal strife
It craves the void where silence dwells
Beyond the reach of heaven’s bells
A place where time doth fold and break
And all is naught, for naught’s own sake
So doth it roam, ‘neath moonless skies
Its weeping heard where stillness lies
A fiend of longing, cursed to crave
A womb, a grave, beyond the grave
In shadowed crypts where no man tread
Where suns hath died and God lies dead
There wakes a wight of fell design
From ages cursed and most malign
Its breath is fire, its gaze a blight
Its form anathema to the light
Yet in its breast, a wound more dire
A longing deep, a hungered pyre
By thirteen runes of blasphemed lore
It sought the realms of Nevermore
Through Tetractys of sacred flame
It whispered thrice the Hidden Name
But heaven’s gates, both locked and barred
Cast down its soul, now torn and marred
No choir sings, no angels weep
For those who sought what none may keep
Oh, bitter wail of hollowed tongue!
It chants the hymns of stars unstrung
“For where is bliss, and where is pain
If all is false, and naught remain?”
Its claws do carve the sigils grim
Upon the flesh of seraphim
In blood of saints, it writes its plea
For doors unmade and truths to see
Yet even thus, it gains no peace
Its yearning grows, its writhings cease
For what it seeks is not of life
Nor death, nor end of mortal strife
It craves the void where silence dwells
Beyond the reach of heaven’s bells
A place where time doth fold and break
And all is naught, for naught’s own sake
So doth it roam, ‘neath moonless skies
Its weeping heard where stillness lies
A fiend of longing, cursed to crave
A womb, a grave, beyond the grave
