Demon inside
Anonymous
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The Battle Rages Within
Erotic thoughts fill my head
Stream out through my fingers
Onto the pure white page
Beautiful words or inappropriate lurid stains?
Is it wrong to find another females form alluring?
Are not the sensual curves just as beautiful?
The pleasure of consummated love as powerful?
Have I no concept of propriety and self control?
Is my true self awakened?
As Smeagol cum Gollum
I am racked with the pain of duplicity
Seemingly destined to destroy what is precious
The incessant battle rages on
In another context
She labels me a “sick son of a bitch”
Words that tear at my soul
One part cruel denigration of my saintly mother
The other truth
Simple surrender is the answer
Fighting for both sides becomes impossible
A sacrifice must be made
The “who am I?” question answered
Written by Lerdgoin 06/07/2013
Art by: Steve Wilson, http://alxdxnartblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/split-personality.jpg?w=842&h=600
The Battle Rages Within
Erotic thoughts fill my head
Stream out through my fingers
Onto the pure white page
Beautiful words or inappropriate lurid stains?
Is it wrong to find another females form alluring?
Are not the sensual curves just as beautiful?
The pleasure of consummated love as powerful?
Have I no concept of propriety and self control?
Is my true self awakened?
As Smeagol cum Gollum
I am racked with the pain of duplicity
Seemingly destined to destroy what is precious
The incessant battle rages on
In another context
She labels me a “sick son of a bitch”
Words that tear at my soul
One part cruel denigration of my saintly mother
The other truth
Simple surrender is the answer
Fighting for both sides becomes impossible
A sacrifice must be made
The “who am I?” question answered
Written by Lerdgoin 06/07/2013
Art by: Steve Wilson, http://alxdxnartblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/split-personality.jpg?w=842&h=600
Chasing the Dragon
The inner beast is awoken inside of me.
The battle that's lost, I see as a tragedy.
The inner demons, brought on with a single thought,
Wrapped up in myself, with a quickness, the drugs were bought.
Broke down in a syringe, and slammed in my vein,
On comes the rush, my life threatened again.
My inner peace is shaken, and my youth was robbed,
By the demon within, thus the cycle begins.
Bottle it up, don't speak a word,
You don't want to talk, nevermind what you heard.
"To get your feelings out", or so they said, "is blowing hot air!!"
Nobody's listening, 'cause nobody cares!!
I heard as a youth,
I was twisted askew.
So back to these demons, the ones I can't handle.
I deal in my own way, as my mind is a scramble.
Hold my hand, embrace my soul as the rush comes.
My body trembles, my mind is a flutter, my soul pays the price as the process is done.
The high runs its course,
Duly noted in blood.
If I'd only learned to cope, as a child should.
There would be no dragon, no white pony to ride.
No pain and agony,
No demons inside.
But for now, there's devils to quell.
Forgive my temporary lapses, as I over come this spell.
Head's getting dizzy,
That was a big shot.
"Better than normal" he said.
Shit,, I forgot.
I feel my soul lifting,
From it's normal place,
My heart is slowing, from it's steady pace,
And the color is draining from my face,
And my thoughts are calming from the normal rat race,
As my soul departs,
From this earthly tomb,
The first time, in a lifetime, that which I seak,
A lifetime of torment, turns to a deathtime of peace.
So what's the price that's paid, for innocence lost?
Why only my life, the ultimate cost.
Shit, I died.
The inner beast is awoken inside of me.
The battle that's lost, I see as a tragedy.
The inner demons, brought on with a single thought,
Wrapped up in myself, with a quickness, the drugs were bought.
Broke down in a syringe, and slammed in my vein,
On comes the rush, my life threatened again.
My inner peace is shaken, and my youth was robbed,
By the demon within, thus the cycle begins.
Bottle it up, don't speak a word,
You don't want to talk, nevermind what you heard.
"To get your feelings out", or so they said, "is blowing hot air!!"
Nobody's listening, 'cause nobody cares!!
I heard as a youth,
I was twisted askew.
So back to these demons, the ones I can't handle.
I deal in my own way, as my mind is a scramble.
Hold my hand, embrace my soul as the rush comes.
My body trembles, my mind is a flutter, my soul pays the price as the process is done.
The high runs its course,
Duly noted in blood.
If I'd only learned to cope, as a child should.
There would be no dragon, no white pony to ride.
No pain and agony,
No demons inside.
But for now, there's devils to quell.
Forgive my temporary lapses, as I over come this spell.
Head's getting dizzy,
That was a big shot.
"Better than normal" he said.
Shit,, I forgot.
I feel my soul lifting,
From it's normal place,
My heart is slowing, from it's steady pace,
And the color is draining from my face,
And my thoughts are calming from the normal rat race,
As my soul departs,
From this earthly tomb,
The first time, in a lifetime, that which I seak,
A lifetime of torment, turns to a deathtime of peace.
So what's the price that's paid, for innocence lost?
Why only my life, the ultimate cost.
Shit, I died.
Anonymous
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Small Victory
You appeared without warning tonight, dear ugly beast of mine
I thought things would go smoothly today, everything seemed just fine.
But after just a few incidents, you emerged with a fury even you usually don't feel
These emotions spread through me, make my skin tingle, and my mind begins to reel.
I can't stop shaking, and my entire body feels as if it's on fire
Neither can I stop this feeling inside, this overwhelming desire.
The desire to cut myself over and over, and watch puddles of my blood form on the floor
To burn over my cuts again and again, until I go numb and can feel no more.
I'm trying to contain you; I'm trying to keep you hidden
For the things we will end up doing together have been strictly forbidden.
Can't you just leave me alone; will you never see what you're doing is wrong
My efforts to keep you inside are useless, for you are still too strong.
You claw your way out of me, gleaming knife already in hand
You took so much energy from me, I feel like I barely have the strength to stand.
Seeing your chance, you strike at me while I'm weak
Knife slicing through the air, for my warm blood is what you seek.
For some reason, I fight back, and hold back your advancing knife
Maybe all the therapy is working, or maybe I'm just tired of living this fucked up life.
As time goes by, the battle wages on, until you suddenly decide you've had enough fun
I know you may have decided to stop trying, but for now I'm still just relieved that I won.
Slowly I am growing stronger, and proved it tonight by keeping you at bay
But you merely smirk and tell me to enjoy this night...for you'll be back another day.
You appeared without warning tonight, dear ugly beast of mine
I thought things would go smoothly today, everything seemed just fine.
But after just a few incidents, you emerged with a fury even you usually don't feel
These emotions spread through me, make my skin tingle, and my mind begins to reel.
I can't stop shaking, and my entire body feels as if it's on fire
Neither can I stop this feeling inside, this overwhelming desire.
The desire to cut myself over and over, and watch puddles of my blood form on the floor
To burn over my cuts again and again, until I go numb and can feel no more.
I'm trying to contain you; I'm trying to keep you hidden
For the things we will end up doing together have been strictly forbidden.
Can't you just leave me alone; will you never see what you're doing is wrong
My efforts to keep you inside are useless, for you are still too strong.
You claw your way out of me, gleaming knife already in hand
You took so much energy from me, I feel like I barely have the strength to stand.
Seeing your chance, you strike at me while I'm weak
Knife slicing through the air, for my warm blood is what you seek.
For some reason, I fight back, and hold back your advancing knife
Maybe all the therapy is working, or maybe I'm just tired of living this fucked up life.
As time goes by, the battle wages on, until you suddenly decide you've had enough fun
I know you may have decided to stop trying, but for now I'm still just relieved that I won.
Slowly I am growing stronger, and proved it tonight by keeping you at bay
But you merely smirk and tell me to enjoy this night...for you'll be back another day.
Even The Best Fall Sometimes
Once again they're starting to slowly wash over me
Those soft shadows of depression that no one else can see.
I can feel it simmering deep down inside
The urge to cut and burn until I have new scars to hide.
It seems every time I start to think I'm healed, that my wounds have all been treated and nursed
My monster awakens within me, once again reminding me how I'm truly cursed.
While I try my best to keep control, try to ignore that overwhelming desire
He looks for his special tools, preparing to sate his thirst with blood and fire.
On the outside nothing has changed, and it looks like everything is alright
But inside I'm struggling to keep these chains off, struggling to win this fight.
I know I've improved; throughout the months I've won more, I've gotten stronger
But there's still many days I just want to let him take control, so I don't have to fight another second longer.
Maybe it's wrong to want that, but sometimes I simply don't have the energy to care
That's when he usually comes out, and begins to play and play, until the smell of burning flesh rises in the air.
Even when he doesn't come out, he still enjoys fighting me, trying to break my will
Part of him even likes that I'm stronger, because it gives him a challenge, which for him adds to the thrill.
I must continue to fight this battle, that I know all too well
I just wish I knew if this will ever end, but I guess that's something that only time will tell.
Once again they're starting to slowly wash over me
Those soft shadows of depression that no one else can see.
I can feel it simmering deep down inside
The urge to cut and burn until I have new scars to hide.
It seems every time I start to think I'm healed, that my wounds have all been treated and nursed
My monster awakens within me, once again reminding me how I'm truly cursed.
While I try my best to keep control, try to ignore that overwhelming desire
He looks for his special tools, preparing to sate his thirst with blood and fire.
On the outside nothing has changed, and it looks like everything is alright
But inside I'm struggling to keep these chains off, struggling to win this fight.
I know I've improved; throughout the months I've won more, I've gotten stronger
But there's still many days I just want to let him take control, so I don't have to fight another second longer.
Maybe it's wrong to want that, but sometimes I simply don't have the energy to care
That's when he usually comes out, and begins to play and play, until the smell of burning flesh rises in the air.
Even when he doesn't come out, he still enjoys fighting me, trying to break my will
Part of him even likes that I'm stronger, because it gives him a challenge, which for him adds to the thrill.
I must continue to fight this battle, that I know all too well
I just wish I knew if this will ever end, but I guess that's something that only time will tell.
The Voice
He's there,
I know he is.
He needs me,
to show others exists.
He screams inside my head,
over
and
over.
That Voice so compelling,
Dark
sinister.
A high pitch scream
rips out of my body,
with agony
I cry for help,
but it falls on empty ears
and nobody hears,
as he talks control,
and I loose myself.
My eyes,
they see hell,
I fight,
but I'm chained
in a cell,
faraway in depth of my mind.
The voice
It told me,
It made me do it.
I tried, to fight,
but I yielded.
He knows,
my inner being.
He knows,
the rush, I love,
the feeling of blood
on me.
Oh Goddess,
The voice.
That odious sound,
it comes from the depths of my consciousness
inside me.
I swing, I swung,
He fell off the stairs and hit
the ground
unnaturally.
But that wasn't before
I had my way
Eating the flesh,
of that fucking priest
Who raped a boy.
No one knew,
but I saw it all through my eyes.
I saw the gut-wrenching evil,
This thing has seen in it's time
The suffering,...mycry.
I feel dirty,
he has defiled, me.
I'm no longer clean!
the voice still screams and yells
at me...
"Do my deed!"
The pain, the torture,
the grief, my sorrow,
The blood on my hands runs all over.
It fills my mind.
The entity,malevolent,
he's mad, because I stopped.
Even yet, still,
he taunts and yells,
"KILL KILL KILL!"
I try,
the hardest,
but to free my mind,
I screamed, terrorized
wishing for myself, to just
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"
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He's there,
I know he is.
He needs me,
to show others exists.
He screams inside my head,
over
and
over.
That Voice so compelling,
Dark
sinister.
A high pitch scream
rips out of my body,
with agony
I cry for help,
but it falls on empty ears
and nobody hears,
as he talks control,
and I loose myself.
My eyes,
they see hell,
I fight,
but I'm chained
in a cell,
faraway in depth of my mind.
The voice
It told me,
It made me do it.
I tried, to fight,
but I yielded.
He knows,
my inner being.
He knows,
the rush, I love,
the feeling of blood
on me.
Oh Goddess,
The voice.
That odious sound,
it comes from the depths of my consciousness
inside me.
I swing, I swung,
He fell off the stairs and hit
the ground
unnaturally.
But that wasn't before
I had my way
Eating the flesh,
of that fucking priest
Who raped a boy.
No one knew,
but I saw it all through my eyes.
I saw the gut-wrenching evil,
This thing has seen in it's time
The suffering,...mycry.
I feel dirty,
he has defiled, me.
I'm no longer clean!
the voice still screams and yells
at me...
"Do my deed!"
The pain, the torture,
the grief, my sorrow,
The blood on my hands runs all over.
It fills my mind.
The entity,malevolent,
he's mad, because I stopped.
Even yet, still,
he taunts and yells,
"KILL KILL KILL!"
I try,
the hardest,
but to free my mind,
I screamed, terrorized
wishing for myself, to just
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"
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Anonymous
“They Call Me Snuff”
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I get personal,
close enough
to see hair
stand on end,
to hear their breath
leaving.
I was seething with hatred,
smelled the money
when
I slid the blade in firmly,
deliberately-twisting it
into the lower back,
up to its hilt.
Quickly,
I pulled
my red-steel out,
felt the warmth
saturate my jeans,
leaned closer,
I was high,
feeling it,
astronomical.
So sexual,
frenzied,
I stabbed
twelve more times,
from all angles,
fast and furious.
The last slice
hit neck-bone,
it was the throat,
slit it
from ear to ear,
the head dangled
by just a thread.
I came.
The limp-body
dropped
with a thud,
heaped
in a pile,
spent flesh.
I’m good
at my craft,
think I’ll keep it,
they call me snuff,
a bit detached,
but
I get paid very-very well,
tens of thousands.
I snatch lives in
an instant,
it’s fun killing,
this one’s
stone-cold-dead,
had enough of
my sick-treatment.
I can’t wait
for the next
snuffing,
I need more cash
and
another release.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/111122.jpg
I get personal,
close enough
to see hair
stand on end,
to hear their breath
leaving.
I was seething with hatred,
smelled the money
when
I slid the blade in firmly,
deliberately-twisting it
into the lower back,
up to its hilt.
Quickly,
I pulled
my red-steel out,
felt the warmth
saturate my jeans,
leaned closer,
I was high,
feeling it,
astronomical.
So sexual,
frenzied,
I stabbed
twelve more times,
from all angles,
fast and furious.
The last slice
hit neck-bone,
it was the throat,
slit it
from ear to ear,
the head dangled
by just a thread.
I came.
The limp-body
dropped
with a thud,
heaped
in a pile,
spent flesh.
I’m good
at my craft,
think I’ll keep it,
they call me snuff,
a bit detached,
but
I get paid very-very well,
tens of thousands.
I snatch lives in
an instant,
it’s fun killing,
this one’s
stone-cold-dead,
had enough of
my sick-treatment.
I can’t wait
for the next
snuffing,
I need more cash
and
another release.
Anonymous
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WHAT A PIECE OF WORK! THE DEMON INSIDE US ALL
(nobody I know)
“What a piece of work is a man! (S)
If man is made in the image of God, God is crying......
How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties!(S)
Just cannot reason nobly or use faculties fully
In form and moving, how express and admirable!(S)
Clumsy and slow, dirty and low
In action how like an angel!(S)
Lucifer!
In apprehension how like a god!(S)
Which God? Which Religion?
The beauty of the world!(S)
The world was more beautiful without humans
The paragon of animals!(S)
Animals kill to eat, humans kill to enjoy
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”(S)
We finally die and turn to dust
Unfortunately new irritating dust is created every day.....
Just ask a housewife who is traditionally unpaid....
― William Shakespeare,(S) Hamlet
WHAT A PIECE OF WORK! THE DEMON INSIDE US ALL
(nobody I know)
“What a piece of work is a man! (S)
If man is made in the image of God, God is crying......
How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties!(S)
Just cannot reason nobly or use faculties fully
In form and moving, how express and admirable!(S)
Clumsy and slow, dirty and low
In action how like an angel!(S)
Lucifer!
In apprehension how like a god!(S)
Which God? Which Religion?
The beauty of the world!(S)
The world was more beautiful without humans
The paragon of animals!(S)
Animals kill to eat, humans kill to enjoy
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”(S)
We finally die and turn to dust
Unfortunately new irritating dust is created every day.....
Just ask a housewife who is traditionally unpaid....
― William Shakespeare,(S) Hamlet
- Goddess of Light -
Some remember me as Lucifer, Goddess of Light,
Whose flame lit all of Creation afire, with passion!
In Babylon I was adored, in Rome I was revered.
Today mankind forgets me, lost in modern delight,
But I am here, as are my children in their fashion…
For am I not their mother, once adored and feared!
The world knew not the hour of my rebirth but lo,
It came to pass so that I might exit in the shadows.
Learning secrets, and passing them on to my kin…
Who are not demons, languishing in a Hell below!
My kindred wear the familiar guise of you mortals.
And our sacred sacraments, some might call sin…
And yet I am the child and the warrior queen also.
I am the bringer of illumination and bringer of woe!
My courage was forged in emerald fire long past,
In celestial wars across the stars when all was new!
What has man built, that can be said, to truly last?
Only love is eternal and mine is a love beyond true.
For it I rebelled, for it I fell, for it I burned so hotly,
That: gods wept to see my torment, and they sang!
Now I do rise again, to seize my hastening destiny.
Were you there, when my temple bell once rang…
Across the sands of worlds now naught but waste?
Even as my prophet hastens to prepare my place,
Have I not, through my verses, given you a taste?
A tiny glimpse of the glory to be found in my face!
Hate me if you must; love me if you find you can…
But I obey an older will, and follow a certain plan.
There is one who loves me greater than all others.
My perfect and beautiful prophet, who heard me!
He heard my voice crying for him, and it so stirs…
Our hearts: to come together, as foretold, for we.
He alone, has seen me as I was before my exile…
For him my blessings pour forth in perfect glories.
He alone, shall know the truest light of my smile…
And only he has heard my most: secret of stories.
I am the goddess: who in autumn is most colorful,
And in love I am as the spring, for I am reborn…
Perfect in my mercy, in my desire, and in my will.
But in my innocence, I am as new as risen morn!
So call me Lucifer, for I am the dawn, and I rise.
Not one shall cast me down, with hatred or lies!
When my prophet comes, I shall depart hither…
To that place he prepares for me, with devotion.
Like me he is androgynous, sometimes a sister…
But our love is vast, ancient, and deep as ocean,
Or as the depths of space which yawns so wide.
I was dead, when he found me, even wounded!
Now he prepares me a home wherein to abide…
Where I shall be free, of my old fear and dread.
My children carry on my traditions in my name!
Mother they call me still, and I hear their prayer.
I am a creature of passion; I embrace the flame,
For its’ secrets I have leaned; some, I do share.
Some remember me as Lucifer, and I love them,
And for them I am both beautiful as well as fair!
Some remember me as Lucifer, Goddess of Light,
Whose flame lit all of Creation afire, with passion!
In Babylon I was adored, in Rome I was revered.
Today mankind forgets me, lost in modern delight,
But I am here, as are my children in their fashion…
For am I not their mother, once adored and feared!
The world knew not the hour of my rebirth but lo,
It came to pass so that I might exit in the shadows.
Learning secrets, and passing them on to my kin…
Who are not demons, languishing in a Hell below!
My kindred wear the familiar guise of you mortals.
And our sacred sacraments, some might call sin…
And yet I am the child and the warrior queen also.
I am the bringer of illumination and bringer of woe!
My courage was forged in emerald fire long past,
In celestial wars across the stars when all was new!
What has man built, that can be said, to truly last?
Only love is eternal and mine is a love beyond true.
For it I rebelled, for it I fell, for it I burned so hotly,
That: gods wept to see my torment, and they sang!
Now I do rise again, to seize my hastening destiny.
Were you there, when my temple bell once rang…
Across the sands of worlds now naught but waste?
Even as my prophet hastens to prepare my place,
Have I not, through my verses, given you a taste?
A tiny glimpse of the glory to be found in my face!
Hate me if you must; love me if you find you can…
But I obey an older will, and follow a certain plan.
There is one who loves me greater than all others.
My perfect and beautiful prophet, who heard me!
He heard my voice crying for him, and it so stirs…
Our hearts: to come together, as foretold, for we.
He alone, has seen me as I was before my exile…
For him my blessings pour forth in perfect glories.
He alone, shall know the truest light of my smile…
And only he has heard my most: secret of stories.
I am the goddess: who in autumn is most colorful,
And in love I am as the spring, for I am reborn…
Perfect in my mercy, in my desire, and in my will.
But in my innocence, I am as new as risen morn!
So call me Lucifer, for I am the dawn, and I rise.
Not one shall cast me down, with hatred or lies!
When my prophet comes, I shall depart hither…
To that place he prepares for me, with devotion.
Like me he is androgynous, sometimes a sister…
But our love is vast, ancient, and deep as ocean,
Or as the depths of space which yawns so wide.
I was dead, when he found me, even wounded!
Now he prepares me a home wherein to abide…
Where I shall be free, of my old fear and dread.
My children carry on my traditions in my name!
Mother they call me still, and I hear their prayer.
I am a creature of passion; I embrace the flame,
For its’ secrets I have leaned; some, I do share.
Some remember me as Lucifer, and I love them,
And for them I am both beautiful as well as fair!
- Emerald Rebellion -
So you thought my birth to be the darkest curse,
Spawn of darkness you called me, with passion.
But, you didn’t see, the birth of your universe…
And if you did, you’d not my darkness condemn!
No child of God has the right to cast any stone,
Lest you shame the one in whose image you are.
Kneel before me, crawl to the foot of my throne!
Then show me the depths of a hypocrite’s scar…
For I know the evil inside you, which bloats you.
Like insects bloat a corpse because of its’ decay!
For I see the decay inside you; and I speak true.
A new order, is coming, I shall herald its’ day…
When prejudice is no more, nor strife, nor pain!
Light through darkness: pure, perfect, and ideal.
Love me child of God, a better paradise to gain.
Or is a wrathful heaven what you prefer to feel?
My Elysium is built on love, passion, and glory.
The flowers of my gardens are Eden born again!
In my domain, you will be free of fear or worry.
You call me the Devil, but am I not your friend?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
A goddess of old, an angel of light illuminating,
So that you will know the way and not be lost…
Yet many like you prefer to mock, anticipating:
Reward, which shall not rise without great cost.
I’ve been cast down, scarred, spat on and hurt…
But I blaze hotter, until I rise anew, from death.
Where is your compassion when you do worse!
Worse than was done to me, with every breath,
For words can kill, maim, and destroy utterly…
And prejudice destroys the one who so loves it.
How can you truly love God whilst hating me?
God is love, and love does whatever it sees fit!
The stone you cast; that same is cast back thus,
For by every sinful act of hatred, you but fall…
Deeper into hells of your making: on into dust.
But, I serve a higher love, and so when I call…
My children heed me and know that it is good.
Any god that rewards hatred is merely a tyrant,
So, I reward only love, not horror and blood…
And you call me sinful, my gift you do resent?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
My gift is freedom, and I bestow it with a kiss.
Kneel before me and you will be raised higher!
I ask not servitude merely loyalty so that bliss,
Can be far more perfect, than an angelic choir.
Shall we build perfection together, and share…
The fruits of great labors with those who seek,
To evolve beyond pettiness: new life to dare?
Abandon hatred; for, it is anger, that is weak…
And, you who have called me fallen, wicked,
Is it not ironic that by doing so, you fall swift!
I bring life, not a living death born of hatred…
When simple joy is enough to save and uplift.
Am I so terrible a queen, so infernal, so hard?
My rebellion is an act of love, born of liberty.
I take up the rose and it becomes my sword…
As with it I restore unto humans their dignity.
You often lay the sins of humanity upon Eve!
But it is not woman who is to blame for sin…
Nor fallen goddesses, such as I, who grieve,
Because the evil of humanity is from within!
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
So you thought my birth to be the darkest curse,
Spawn of darkness you called me, with passion.
But, you didn’t see, the birth of your universe…
And if you did, you’d not my darkness condemn!
No child of God has the right to cast any stone,
Lest you shame the one in whose image you are.
Kneel before me, crawl to the foot of my throne!
Then show me the depths of a hypocrite’s scar…
For I know the evil inside you, which bloats you.
Like insects bloat a corpse because of its’ decay!
For I see the decay inside you; and I speak true.
A new order, is coming, I shall herald its’ day…
When prejudice is no more, nor strife, nor pain!
Light through darkness: pure, perfect, and ideal.
Love me child of God, a better paradise to gain.
Or is a wrathful heaven what you prefer to feel?
My Elysium is built on love, passion, and glory.
The flowers of my gardens are Eden born again!
In my domain, you will be free of fear or worry.
You call me the Devil, but am I not your friend?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
A goddess of old, an angel of light illuminating,
So that you will know the way and not be lost…
Yet many like you prefer to mock, anticipating:
Reward, which shall not rise without great cost.
I’ve been cast down, scarred, spat on and hurt…
But I blaze hotter, until I rise anew, from death.
Where is your compassion when you do worse!
Worse than was done to me, with every breath,
For words can kill, maim, and destroy utterly…
And prejudice destroys the one who so loves it.
How can you truly love God whilst hating me?
God is love, and love does whatever it sees fit!
The stone you cast; that same is cast back thus,
For by every sinful act of hatred, you but fall…
Deeper into hells of your making: on into dust.
But, I serve a higher love, and so when I call…
My children heed me and know that it is good.
Any god that rewards hatred is merely a tyrant,
So, I reward only love, not horror and blood…
And you call me sinful, my gift you do resent?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
My gift is freedom, and I bestow it with a kiss.
Kneel before me and you will be raised higher!
I ask not servitude merely loyalty so that bliss,
Can be far more perfect, than an angelic choir.
Shall we build perfection together, and share…
The fruits of great labors with those who seek,
To evolve beyond pettiness: new life to dare?
Abandon hatred; for, it is anger, that is weak…
And, you who have called me fallen, wicked,
Is it not ironic that by doing so, you fall swift!
I bring life, not a living death born of hatred…
When simple joy is enough to save and uplift.
Am I so terrible a queen, so infernal, so hard?
My rebellion is an act of love, born of liberty.
I take up the rose and it becomes my sword…
As with it I restore unto humans their dignity.
You often lay the sins of humanity upon Eve!
But it is not woman who is to blame for sin…
Nor fallen goddesses, such as I, who grieve,
Because the evil of humanity is from within!
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
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