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GOSPEL OF DEVILMENT
Spit the blood
It tastes of God
Putrid with
His guilty shit
Less than all
Before the fall
Foot the bill
Of empty will
No one thought to look for the hounds
Deep in burial shrouds
The wolves come out to howl
At cemeteries underground
Drive the stake
Into the grave
Hearts denied
Heavenly crimes
Plastered stains
Of blood drenched dreams
Til the last
With shotgun blasts
Blind my eyes, I don’t want to see
What has been done to me
Gasp as I die inside
As all my scars are brought to light
Touch the cross and go away empty
For God is here and Hell is home
The black abyss is full of plenty
Of broken skulls and crossbones
I’ve walked along well beaten paths
Beside vengeance and wrath
Numbed by the laws of man
I’ve stepped off to walk with the damned
Curse the skies
That God denies
I abhor
With piss and scorn
Always said
Long live the dead
I envy
Those so empty
Touch the stars the devil conceived
For God is dead and Hell is home
Crucify angels that I deceived
With broken skulls and crossbones
Because I cannot relate to sheep
Any fucking day in deprived sleep
I wish I could dream of killing you
In iron maidens and with thumbscrews
Don’t preach to me, the devil relieves
All of the doubts born of your beliefs
Because somewhere deep within your heart
There’s secret songs that tear you apart
Turn the screws
Deeper in you
Agony
And misery
Echo screams
Of haunted dreams
The despair
Of my nightmares
Sew my lips, I don’t dare to speak
The words you dare to seek
They’re more than mere laments
But a gospel of devilment
Touch the cross and go away empty
For God is here and Hell is home
The black abyss is full of plenty
Of broken skulls and crossbones
Touch the stars the devil conceived
For God is dead and Hell is home
Crucify angels that I deceived
With broken skulls and crossbones
(c) 2017 Frank Green
It tastes of God
Putrid with
His guilty shit
Less than all
Before the fall
Foot the bill
Of empty will
No one thought to look for the hounds
Deep in burial shrouds
The wolves come out to howl
At cemeteries underground
Drive the stake
Into the grave
Hearts denied
Heavenly crimes
Plastered stains
Of blood drenched dreams
Til the last
With shotgun blasts
Blind my eyes, I don’t want to see
What has been done to me
Gasp as I die inside
As all my scars are brought to light
Touch the cross and go away empty
For God is here and Hell is home
The black abyss is full of plenty
Of broken skulls and crossbones
I’ve walked along well beaten paths
Beside vengeance and wrath
Numbed by the laws of man
I’ve stepped off to walk with the damned
Curse the skies
That God denies
I abhor
With piss and scorn
Always said
Long live the dead
I envy
Those so empty
Touch the stars the devil conceived
For God is dead and Hell is home
Crucify angels that I deceived
With broken skulls and crossbones
Because I cannot relate to sheep
Any fucking day in deprived sleep
I wish I could dream of killing you
In iron maidens and with thumbscrews
Don’t preach to me, the devil relieves
All of the doubts born of your beliefs
Because somewhere deep within your heart
There’s secret songs that tear you apart
Turn the screws
Deeper in you
Agony
And misery
Echo screams
Of haunted dreams
The despair
Of my nightmares
Sew my lips, I don’t dare to speak
The words you dare to seek
They’re more than mere laments
But a gospel of devilment
Touch the cross and go away empty
For God is here and Hell is home
The black abyss is full of plenty
Of broken skulls and crossbones
Touch the stars the devil conceived
For God is dead and Hell is home
Crucify angels that I deceived
With broken skulls and crossbones
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 23rd Aug 2017
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"Curse the skies
That God denies
I abhor
With piss and scorn
Always said
Long live the dead
I envy
Those so empty"
my Darkest Lord this makes me weep
for the onyx of your quill
oh how I love Lucifer..
love Crim
That God denies
I abhor
With piss and scorn
Always said
Long live the dead
I envy
Those so empty"
my Darkest Lord this makes me weep
for the onyx of your quill
oh how I love Lucifer..
love Crim
23rd Aug 2017 8:49pm
23rd Aug 2017 11:10pm
GODDAMMIT! (Literal)
Wish we could be in a band, write books, slay humanity together!
Awesome my brother!
HOUNDS OF HELL UNITE!
Christopher
Wish we could be in a band, write books, slay humanity together!
Awesome my brother!
HOUNDS OF HELL UNITE!
Christopher
24th Aug 2017 2:06am
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- Edited 14th Oct 2018 4:47am
5th Sep 2017 4:55am
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