Spiritual Poems by New Members

I call upon the Legion, from the depths of darkest night,
Lilith’s breath in my veins, I bask in her wicked light.
Through the gates of Hell I crawl, and the demons answer back,
Feel the fire of the Abyss, let it burn my soul to black.

In the name of Azazel, I curse your hollow prayers,
Lucifer’s hand on my chest, showing me the snare.
I spit on your salvation, on the lies of your gods,
The flames of Perdition consume you, bound in iron rods.

By the black sun, I rise, anointed by despair,
Feel the weight of demons, feel the cold, bitter...

Are you lost amongst them?
The wisps of those long forgotten?
Those purple flowers sway gently in the wind.
I know they are not truly there.
You are not truly there those are fragments.
The way the streaks of souls float above those flowers of death.
I see you in them. I miss you.

Sinner the best at sinning in disguise,
You wonder who's the culprit,
of that reward, and I say,
It's that preacher at the pulpit.

The echoing phantasmal sonic time distorting  
implosions.
As images morph by at hyper-space commotions.

Phenomenons of illusion made undoubtedly
tangible.
In a World of bitter patience soon
the majority became hospitable.

The minds eyed editor and architectonic of
these multi-implicable intentions.  
Would weave this once faint dream into a
cosmic and permanent invention.