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DIABOLIQUE
Infernal spark of madness across the oceans
Is like a flame in the coldest winter dawn
The devil’s mark heralding cruel things to begin
Breathing scorn into the lungs of the spawn
A splinter in the eye of the Transylvanian
Breeding paranoia to feed the carrion
And crawl to the shadows to live subterranean
The Father’s house filled with the ghosts of yesterday
Leaving me devoured on those blood stained floors
The trickster chouse echoes like thunder from the grave
As demons surely crawl upon my door
I crucified my maker
Nailed down to invade her
And I dissect my neighbor
Screaming like a traitor
Nothing can unmake me
When salvation dies
Bleeding its pain to deaf ears
Salvation dies without a smear
Departing in the rain
Let the deluge wash away the taint
Jaded in the eye of the Carpathian
Welcoming home the freshly risen Therion
The unwashed swallowing the parathion
The godless ones will reek havoc across the stars
Leave the waste behind so that the maggots feast
The wretched sons will tattoo the earth like their scars
Paving the way from the starving beauty beast
Faith fails on the sword of the Babylonian
That cleaves the heart of all things Utopian
Thus my word is law, set in stone, Draconian
Bitter truth of my labor
Hollow to which I cater
Impaled with rusted sabers
Thus the doom is savored
Nothing can remake me
When damnation thrives
Rising onto black altars
Damnation thrives in the slaughter
Engulfing the righteous
Poureth the blood upon the pious
And I have died
A thousand times
I will not break
Like a god
FRAUD
Before his crimes
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Is like a flame in the coldest winter dawn
The devil’s mark heralding cruel things to begin
Breathing scorn into the lungs of the spawn
A splinter in the eye of the Transylvanian
Breeding paranoia to feed the carrion
And crawl to the shadows to live subterranean
The Father’s house filled with the ghosts of yesterday
Leaving me devoured on those blood stained floors
The trickster chouse echoes like thunder from the grave
As demons surely crawl upon my door
I crucified my maker
Nailed down to invade her
And I dissect my neighbor
Screaming like a traitor
Nothing can unmake me
When salvation dies
Bleeding its pain to deaf ears
Salvation dies without a smear
Departing in the rain
Let the deluge wash away the taint
Jaded in the eye of the Carpathian
Welcoming home the freshly risen Therion
The unwashed swallowing the parathion
The godless ones will reek havoc across the stars
Leave the waste behind so that the maggots feast
The wretched sons will tattoo the earth like their scars
Paving the way from the starving beauty beast
Faith fails on the sword of the Babylonian
That cleaves the heart of all things Utopian
Thus my word is law, set in stone, Draconian
Bitter truth of my labor
Hollow to which I cater
Impaled with rusted sabers
Thus the doom is savored
Nothing can remake me
When damnation thrives
Rising onto black altars
Damnation thrives in the slaughter
Engulfing the righteous
Poureth the blood upon the pious
And I have died
A thousand times
I will not break
Like a god
FRAUD
Before his crimes
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 25th Jun 2017
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25th Jun 2017 1:00am
my Darkest Lord you have a pen like no other
that leaves its blackened print on my mind
seared are its images
"And I have died
A thousand times
I will not break
Like a god
FRAUD
Before his crimes"
bad ass ending to fucking masterful write!!!
love Crim
that leaves its blackened print on my mind
seared are its images
"And I have died
A thousand times
I will not break
Like a god
FRAUD
Before his crimes"
bad ass ending to fucking masterful write!!!
love Crim
25th Jun 2017 1:29am
