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- - - CARPE NOCTEM - - -
Carrion whisper my ancient name
If you so choose to spit the venom
Amidst the reeking piles of the slain
To bear the meat to the demon
Seraphim await the Holocaust
Ignoring prayers at ground zero
Sad martyrs making deals just like Faust
Unfit zealots and unjust heroes
Malicious Heaven
Hold enthralled devil’s awe
When fallen ravens
Are exhumed for the fall
Burn with deicidal tendencies
Place your son upon the crucifix
And then pour the holy blood on me
The void is pure with burning wicks
To honor the recently deceased
That doth slumber in their restless dreams
A somber welcome for the diseased
So far away, hear their vented screams
Sanctifying Hell
Offal dripping poison
The storm on the gale
Comforting fallen sons
My name is the curse on your lips
Delivered by a fatal kiss
I make my own dogma
I am, I am your apocalypse
The slaughter rages through the thunder
An ancient foe against all mankind
With whips of God forsaken murder
Writhing within the sands of time
Eve falls in line with cunting daughters
To be mated with cruel bastard sons
Of cold Oblivion and black waters
The Grim Reaper eclipses the sun
Seducing Eden
The fruit that bears the curse
Across lost eons
Spit venom in my verse
My name is the curse on your lips
Delivered by a fatal kiss
I make my own dogma
I am, I am your apocalypse
Liberum hoc infernale procellam
Violat, in orizontem,
Praedicatio non tranquillitas
Deus tenebrae
Nos surgere nocte
This infernal storm
Violates the horizon,
Preaching is not calm
The God of darkness
We wake tonight
Malicious Heaven
Hold enthralled devil’s awe
When fallen ravens
Are exhumed for the fall
My name is the curse on your lips
Delivered by a fatal kiss
I make my own dogma
I am, I am your apocalypse
Carpe
Noctem
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 26th Aug 2016
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"This infernal storm
Violates the horizon,
Preaching is not calm
The God of darkness
We wake tonight"
Darkest Lord you shake me to my core with your wicked, blackened ink this is bad ass!!!
love Crim
Violates the horizon,
Preaching is not calm
The God of darkness
We wake tonight"
Darkest Lord you shake me to my core with your wicked, blackened ink this is bad ass!!!
love Crim
27th Aug 2016 4:14am
Anonymous
26th Aug 2016 8:32pm
'Spit venom in my verse'. . .brilliant, my King
27th Aug 2016 4:15am
Thank you, dearest Devil-lyn. You honor my blackened scrolls with your kind words.
26th Aug 2016 10:34pm
Great write mine friend, as always, good mechanics and word flow... How are you doin my horror brother: Ed
27th Aug 2016 4:17am
Thank you, my brother in steel. I am dismal, my friend. But that doesn't mean you can't be content with your shadow.
