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IN THE NAME OF LUCIFER
(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.
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.
Published 6th Sep 2013
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6th Sep 2013 8:08am
Interesting peek into a dark historical figure ... I have to admit in reading the first half of it I kept thinking Michael Jackson
LSP
LSP
6th Sep 2013 8:12am
yeah me too. for some reason I kept thinking of the epic movie spoof of willy wonka.
Anonymous
6th Sep 2013 2:29pm
dark indeed hades...liked it!
7th Sep 2013 1:45am
6th Sep 2013 2:54pm
Lol,I too thought of Michael Jackson for a moment there.
My mouth was opened the whole time while reading this. It's dreadfully dark yet enjoyable.
Greatly written (:
My mouth was opened the whole time while reading this. It's dreadfully dark yet enjoyable.
Greatly written (:
7th Sep 2013 1:45am
7th Sep 2013 00:03am
7th Sep 2013 1:45am
10th Sep 2013 5:57am
This was a masterpiece man...
Your pieces feed my dark greed.
Splendid.
(^,..,^)
Darker
Your pieces feed my dark greed.
Splendid.
(^,..,^)
Darker
10th Sep 2013 7:07am
