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OF EXORCISMS AND THE UNFORGIVEN
I saw the last sunrise through snowstorm arcades
A touch of death, a bitter breath whispers the arcane
The shadows still conceal the kills of yesterday’s jagged pill
With a poisoned kiss of gothic bliss tormenting the apocalypse
Her haunted house iniquitous tombs
Demanding the doom to consume the winter moon
Fealty to sanguinary phantasms
Just like jaded lovers separated by prisms
Must we scrutinize the pleasures offered by the devil
Presented by a virtuous whore ‘guised within brothels?
I awoke mid-nightmare, salivating and screaming
Clinging so desperately to her demonic fiends
Sodomizing the cenobitical virgin
Flesh on the altar of cannibalistic vermin
Beneath the lamenting skies cast to the sea
The silver stake, a hunger slaked by lycanthropy
When pounds of flesh caress the guest of vampiric hallowed curse
She whispered my name, at empty graves, sanctifying the purely insane
I sought her embrace with wretched applause
Of choirs on fire, crawled to her enthralled
The solstice shined with crepuscular claws
Tragedy wrapped in shrouded Turin gauze
A curse spit at the lunar
Cyclone to consume her
Balanced of the pentacle
In hydra-ulical tentacles
Grasping for lost innocence
Abandoned at Genesis
Left alone to lament
The spiral of descent
We lay raped of faith on the swathe
Soaked in floods of blood of the unloved
My sacrifice is strung on veins
Severed from wrists
Offered to her dementia claimed
And in the echoes ‘midst the deafening screams
Aghast the ghast, summon the mass of the libertine
The crucifix, to get a fix of demonoid predators
Bred with the insects that I suspect are damned to be heavenward
Inciting the furor of God’s noble Reich
Shuddering the snow capped peaks to shatter haunted dikes
To wash away the brood born of freewill’s bad incision
Thus is the balance of injustice and exorcisms
But still she stirred as hope deep within a blackened heart
As a succubus of flame sacrificed to part
Phantasy from reality of religion
Disrobed of vestal trappings of the unforgiven
She flaunted laws of penultimate lords
Carving forth her wards on the edge of wicked swords
Two lovers wept while incense burned ‘bove the spines
Of black dragons and assassins, return Frankenstein
As unliving but existing in the world of the wretched
Forged just for the war, which I implore, will be left dead and rancid
I sought her embrace with wretched applause
Of choirs on fire, crawled to her enthralled
The solstice shined with crepuscular claws
Tragedy wrapped in shrouded Turin gauze
A curse spit at the lunar
Cyclone to consume her
Balanced of the pentacle
In hydra-ulical tentacles
Grasping for lost innocence
Abandoned at Genesis
Left alone to lament
The spiral of descent
We lay raped of faith on the swathe
Soaked in floods of blood of the unloved
My sacrifice is strung on veins
Severed from wrists
Offered to her dementia claimed
From whence she casts
Her web of witchcraft
Black candles flicker
On graveyard paths
Born to deceive
Heaven on its knees
Curiosity
Intrigued the beast
I sought her embrace with wretched applause
Of choirs on fire, crawled to her enthralled
The solstice shined with crepuscular claws
Tragedy wrapped in shrouded Turin gauze
A curse spit at the lunar
Cyclone to consume her
Balanced of the pentacle
In hydra-ulical tentacles
Grasping for lost innocence
Abandoned at Genesis
Left alone to lament
The spiral of descent
We lay raped of faith on the swathe
Soaked in floods of blood of the unloved
My sacrifice is strung on veins
Severed from wrists
Offered to her dementia claimed
(c) 2017 Frank Green
A touch of death, a bitter breath whispers the arcane
The shadows still conceal the kills of yesterday’s jagged pill
With a poisoned kiss of gothic bliss tormenting the apocalypse
Her haunted house iniquitous tombs
Demanding the doom to consume the winter moon
Fealty to sanguinary phantasms
Just like jaded lovers separated by prisms
Must we scrutinize the pleasures offered by the devil
Presented by a virtuous whore ‘guised within brothels?
I awoke mid-nightmare, salivating and screaming
Clinging so desperately to her demonic fiends
Sodomizing the cenobitical virgin
Flesh on the altar of cannibalistic vermin
Beneath the lamenting skies cast to the sea
The silver stake, a hunger slaked by lycanthropy
When pounds of flesh caress the guest of vampiric hallowed curse
She whispered my name, at empty graves, sanctifying the purely insane
I sought her embrace with wretched applause
Of choirs on fire, crawled to her enthralled
The solstice shined with crepuscular claws
Tragedy wrapped in shrouded Turin gauze
A curse spit at the lunar
Cyclone to consume her
Balanced of the pentacle
In hydra-ulical tentacles
Grasping for lost innocence
Abandoned at Genesis
Left alone to lament
The spiral of descent
We lay raped of faith on the swathe
Soaked in floods of blood of the unloved
My sacrifice is strung on veins
Severed from wrists
Offered to her dementia claimed
And in the echoes ‘midst the deafening screams
Aghast the ghast, summon the mass of the libertine
The crucifix, to get a fix of demonoid predators
Bred with the insects that I suspect are damned to be heavenward
Inciting the furor of God’s noble Reich
Shuddering the snow capped peaks to shatter haunted dikes
To wash away the brood born of freewill’s bad incision
Thus is the balance of injustice and exorcisms
But still she stirred as hope deep within a blackened heart
As a succubus of flame sacrificed to part
Phantasy from reality of religion
Disrobed of vestal trappings of the unforgiven
She flaunted laws of penultimate lords
Carving forth her wards on the edge of wicked swords
Two lovers wept while incense burned ‘bove the spines
Of black dragons and assassins, return Frankenstein
As unliving but existing in the world of the wretched
Forged just for the war, which I implore, will be left dead and rancid
I sought her embrace with wretched applause
Of choirs on fire, crawled to her enthralled
The solstice shined with crepuscular claws
Tragedy wrapped in shrouded Turin gauze
A curse spit at the lunar
Cyclone to consume her
Balanced of the pentacle
In hydra-ulical tentacles
Grasping for lost innocence
Abandoned at Genesis
Left alone to lament
The spiral of descent
We lay raped of faith on the swathe
Soaked in floods of blood of the unloved
My sacrifice is strung on veins
Severed from wrists
Offered to her dementia claimed
From whence she casts
Her web of witchcraft
Black candles flicker
On graveyard paths
Born to deceive
Heaven on its knees
Curiosity
Intrigued the beast
I sought her embrace with wretched applause
Of choirs on fire, crawled to her enthralled
The solstice shined with crepuscular claws
Tragedy wrapped in shrouded Turin gauze
A curse spit at the lunar
Cyclone to consume her
Balanced of the pentacle
In hydra-ulical tentacles
Grasping for lost innocence
Abandoned at Genesis
Left alone to lament
The spiral of descent
We lay raped of faith on the swathe
Soaked in floods of blood of the unloved
My sacrifice is strung on veins
Severed from wrists
Offered to her dementia claimed
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 10th Jul 2017
| Edited 11th Jul 2017
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"The crucifix, to get a fix of demonoid predators
Bred with the insects that I suspect are damned to be heavenward
Inciting the furor of God’s noble Reich
Shuddering the snow capped peaks to shatter haunted dikes
To wash away the brood born of freewill’s bad incision
Thus is the balance of injustice and exorcisms"
my Darkest Lord you have hammered the truth home with this write
his demonoid legion have become of a royal breed & because of her
are heaven bound she has given them respect something they never knew
& the Reich he does love his wars doesn't he?
this is bad ass & rocked me to my core..
love Crim
Bred with the insects that I suspect are damned to be heavenward
Inciting the furor of God’s noble Reich
Shuddering the snow capped peaks to shatter haunted dikes
To wash away the brood born of freewill’s bad incision
Thus is the balance of injustice and exorcisms"
my Darkest Lord you have hammered the truth home with this write
his demonoid legion have become of a royal breed & because of her
are heaven bound she has given them respect something they never knew
& the Reich he does love his wars doesn't he?
this is bad ass & rocked me to my core..
love Crim
11th Jul 2017 3:23am
12th Jul 2017 2:12am
I got so many different images reading this, especially ' soaked in floods of blood of the unloved ', it's really epic and full of imaginative descriptions, it has a chaotic quality that adds to the feel of it, it's great....
12th Jul 2017 2:25am
