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BAaal corrisuision Palienko

so crude as corrosion begots memory time and selfish lies
as if a boy couldn't come fast enough
or upon the chest of death, or her lips...
through defiliation we found desicration and anihilation of a sensation so perfect in relation....
ew

we

e

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeei will love e

mi eyez are meek

this shell is weak,
no more for me,
i've depleted the cells of uranium and insanium,
this thought is useless,
point taken,
understood...
it doesn't matter how many times Jesus said Amen,,,can't you
can't i

we see this?
under the earth a heart beats,
she feels you...feel her.

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Come Forth

to land without a king,i had a vision of this,
ahead in the crowd of misfits and killers.
i felt a vibration unlike those of my others,
a white sword of fire and the voice of the thriller.
he spoke and shook the very foundation,
of all other love set civilizations,
the words and way he spoke were many in fact,
yet it was was done in a single spoked act,
the names uttered, the conscious felt,
was it this day i was called from the shelf,
uttered through centuries and eons of love,
your name has been chosen, come forth, you are one.

The Accidental Lover

deviled upon the disheveled shore bloated and aged from whore to whore,
rung up high by an angles eye thought to carry secrets of a good way to die.
little did us strangers know,
there more to this than freaks on show.

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The Accidental Lover

deviled upon the disheveled shore bloated and aged from whore to whore,
rung up high by an angles eye thought to carry secrets of a good way to die.
little did us strangers know,
there more to this than freaks on show.

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The Accidental Lover

deviled upon the disheveled shore bloated and aged from whore to whore,
rung up high by an angles eye thought to carry secrets of a good way to die.
little did us strangers know,
there more to this than freaks on show.

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Now the light follows wherever you go

Empyrean

Patterson

Dont think for a minute i turned my back for fun,
i had to cuz the cause of life was burning like the sun.

crucify him

animalistic characteristics fool linguistics molding love for the misfits,
try as they may along the way a debt to soul's we all must pay,
a price for ice for the end of life,
if not a gift for the itch than a rift into bliss,
but those rats on the cap,
the edge of such dread,
swallow the sea and sing with her sorrow:

"were already dead i wish i didn't know,
the seasons could change, and life could be more"

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should i wait a thousand eons for a new son to bloom,
or gather the crystals in this life and cash them for truth.

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SerCao

Shouldn't have to wake up in the morning into a meat filled mask, loathing in our self tolerance. Born into a lie, were doomed from the start. It's no wonder the children of this age are all insane. Killers with knives, and babies who never stop crying, put the two together its just a matter of time. The essence of frugality fertility and surmountable sanity. Just like the flame on your mothers last birthday, all is lost. More important than you or me is the idea of what we were to be, and this my friends is how to survive, the death of you, and the death of EYE. For too soon the fog will roll, monsters will howl over corpses unknown, the world will eat its own kin alive, and the skin will scream over dreams coated in black leather. The pain extreme, the reward, a world, the horror, the torment, the eyes, of a lover, all that ever mattered, was one moment, i spent with you.

summer rain in winter skies

it doesn't have to be, the way we want to see.
options of the morrow, infinite white sorrow.

5 times more

Imposing as a lord of gold and heir,
the herald of love, lost to homeless despair.
his prize, lovely eyes, silver robes, endless ski,
his demise, fevered love, sick from sun, deaf and blind.
even so through his drugs he finds refuge,
through his sleepless dreams he finds answers.

all point in one direction, all point to western flames.
symbols of iconic and ironic destiny.

and so all alone, never happy never home, he conjures a portal to the Gideon Black,
"To Hel with lust!"...a gaze, he never comes back.


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Yellow Venom

And beneath the mossy graves of oak trees,
a sanctuary sleeps in time.
fearlessly growing older as it lives beneath your lives.
upon the day and upon the hour, when heaven's chorus run free and wild.
the first bone to be twitched will beeith of my darling soul,
frozen in love,
born into cold.
there under layers of dust and decay,
the ancient of shadows,
the giver of day, shall let night fall, and to it a new sun rise,
whist chaos its beams, and death its delight.

i'm okay

even so i screamed,
her lips were ice,
her heart was death,
i sucked her flesh,
and killed her next.
she opened wide,
for me to see,
there is no love,
like irony.

your snout is long,
your breath is harsh.
mushy soup sneaks out your eyes,
plead with heaven to save the surprise.

Walking Trick

Walk beside the ash as it turns,
carry me back home,
where white roses are skeletons,
and their blossoms are ice.

Waltz beside me, as i learn,
stuck on my own,
where my best friends are memories,
they have no price.

Sun And Mourning Iies, Justify Omissions

yes, i am a boy, whose just a fool, who needs a toy.
yes, i am a man, who beckons love and tender hands.
indeed, you are correct my life is a speck, i have no purpose besides to die with the rest.
indeed your right, my life has no price, with it I'll make all your fears our delight.
my dear you are truth, and so shall you speak, with words of seraphim to the mighty and meak.
my dear your a lie, and so shall your blood read, when you tell me you love me, you lie to your dream.
Amen dearest brothers your sisters are in peril.
Amen dearest sisters your brothers are heralds.
my soul longs for you, for your touch, for your us.
my soul knows the truth, we are love, we are lust.
never can it be so, that i find an eye as i.
inevitable it had to come today, into your soul my mind would lay.
scraped my elbow, felt the pain.
scraped my heart, electric rain.

i wait for you a thousand forevers,
i wait for no one.

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Born into You

Born into skin demonic and livid, ancient seeds planted, the lilith is living.
across desolate plains, new and contorted, lies a disposition, evenly coated.
you seek the outlet, connection to the plug, yin to the yang, hate to the love.
if we are destined for this, than we're in love with that, my life like a tree, with bark turning black.
even so i hold on, the ground is my mother, the skies are my brothers, and dead things are undiscovered.
on the rise through a space in an endless shadowed lake, lies a fiend and a queen singing songs whist the nigh.
spoken softly on a whim, the nightwatch calls the seraphim.
so do i repent my love, so do i accept my sins.
live or let die, your already gone, you've left the chamber, for the masters fog.
ahead in the distance, lies a light calling you, it is the devil, an you are its boon.

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what i can't do

i feel like i can't say shit anymore, cuz the ideas i spit just quit at the door,
i see what must be, and yet when they ask me, what is mine what is yours, what belongs to be free. i can never respond in a singular note, a throat always cut, is a neck in a rope. by the lee, by the boat, no matter where i'm found there lies, a spyglass a scope, and a glass mirror of hope. and of course by the sea, where the demon sees me, and the father sees it, peering at me, i am free of the curse, the curse to be birthed, without life on the rise, there only lies death in stormed skies.

an event unadulterated would leave us all the wiser, but i must covet widows and saints, i must destroy i must retain.

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Edit

excuse my soul, it wonders of cold, cold so warm the temperature died as it rose.

let it grow

people, dont you wish...dont you wonder?
this world. i am nothing, i am less than nothing...
i am the scab of an old scar, long forgotten, tossed aside...
i will never be remembered...no one will utter my name in a thousand years...
but you...you whose soul is connected through me with these letters, you should know.
this boy, this man...this flesh...born of the devil's spit in the dust...will fight forever.
i will never give into myself, never deny truth, and i will die, for you.
whom else is there.

peace

Stolen Locket of Hadji

You will always come down from a high, but the buzz can last as long as you will.

Name

if you asked me my name to you i couldn't recall, i would simply retort as a man would in awe, i'll let my wind bellow, and sprinkle you with my glee, for within a title lies the fruit of irony.

you wish to be single yet you wish to be full, and the treasures you hunt are the burdens you pull, so how in this weather could the mayflower be sheltered, the rain will seep under and flood bathe your slumber.

protrude from the thought i had, call a truce, alright, my name is 666 sylables yet it was created in one night, if you can guess who i am, we would be certain for sure, that neither of us care, about the titles of the world.

preposterous and blasphemous you say i have a name, it is JESUS it is GLORY it is HALLELUJAH REIGNS!

You se e what is there

I can't see whats not there right in front of my eyes, if its behind that big face of yours move so i can get high, what are you doing gazing so solem at me, i told you once already why can't that just be.

fore scores and bloody pores i sweat in sweet sorrow, its not whom you greet in the day but who does stay to be met in the morrow.

looking all around what isn't here, my love for you your love for the air, in despair i wrote poems of deadly cavern dashers, but now i merely long for a pure woman to chase after.

i had a dream that one day i would be, in a dream able to love as i please.

Lost gadet

i lost my strategy, i have no way of thought, i lost those precious lines i wrote, and all the ones that slipped away.

the pain evades my mindful chasm, i speak to you words, but you only feel savage. take what you want, fuck what you love, screw up your life, mess with the dove.

i really do love you, that is the saddest tragedy, now i see what turned the wickyd witch of the east.

or was it the west, that was set on fire, smoking screams deadly dreams children in a funeral pyre.

so steadfast in my eye, a prize what prize to find, the only thing i can see, or think of eluding me, is what shall come to pass, the girl and the midnight grass, grazing on her soft chilled skin, taking souls as they come in...i wish i may i wish i might, be able to dine with her one last night.

of course, for the fate of the world....it will never come true...because i really love you

So strange and stolen this mentality of mine, to afraid to go, pissed because i'm fine, can you believe the stress recieve when all is well and no one needs, well i'm in need and i'll tell you why, i've come to despise the wind and sky, i haate them all for they hate me, and in this hate lies animosity.

i fucked up before lunch, before i even woke up, this day was destined for me to end up in a hunch, of where to go what to do, and when will this thing die, the demon man that gnaws at my soul, ever so slowly, ever so wycked...could he be the sun? or just another whisp that never did come.


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Rain forms in Sullen minds

a breath so cold and a mind so wide,
kissing girls all around with lies,
i lov eyou you love me lets smoke up the tree,
i loveyou you love me lets die in the wind,
never would i give away, what could be taken with ease,
but to you i'd give the whay i think and surely the air i breathe.


a^^666...888000999

Who really deserves to die...

who makes the rules of you live and you die,
who lays the law of a lonely soul, and too much pride,
i tell you i know not his name but i know his face,
and i tell you the man we who must be killed this day,
his name is Time and he's the father of decay,
his wife did die, because he let her tick away.

Third Reign of Karanicuss

Blue eyed death is such a simple way,
greeen eyed death is more the tragic plauge,
brown eyes seal the death away,
my eyes kiss the devils face.

*muah* to you the wings beneath the world
*muah* to you the shadow beneath his wings

Second Order of Aranicus;-_+

All Earth is Holy.

First Observance of Aranicus

How you treat others is how you are treated.

Vision of Life

"My eyes were already open when they were turned on for the first time"

~Ria

High Street

Got a friend on high street, gonna meet up sometime soon,
Rocked the house on high street, made some toast.
Fell in love on high street, there were too many youse,
Got killed off high street, my spirit haunts the Coast.

The weather is sweet

the internal clock ticks second hand rips mind,
dreams not so much, just tickles from the back hand,
esoteric ripples give way to lengthy gazes,
how i wait for the firey grave to bury my traces.

Its on Facebook

Everything is on facebook, death life and proportional jokes,
my entire rotting collection of fabricated memories,
her entire stock of the worlds deadliest hairstyles,
not to mention love paraphernalia,
facebook contains lives,
facebook holds mirrored lives,
facebook has no soul.

Aint no Rest for the Livin

When your on the cusp of what is kickin,
in the depths of whats alive,
you'll know her tone by lickin,
you'll taste her soul with your mind.

Roll of the Die

our fate is our own destiny unfolds,
free will is as free as the choice to play or go home,
through sickness we witness the rise and fall of a cell,
just a roll of the die, 6 is heaven,1 is hell

God Invented Headaches...

So under the sea, or in a plane, in your sleep, perhaps a train, we’ll die a death, someday too soon, could be now, or the next full moon, but measure my words, and let me explain my gift, for 100 years from today we’ll all be missed, this will only be a fluke, in an endless cloth of perfection, subjected to life, purely relentless. Don’t follow my laws, don’t live in my mind, don’t follow the tracks which I’ve laid behind, perhaps by my side, it may be nice to see, another soul walking toward the same point in the east, I know you have wondered, I know this you have dreamed, for in this life all there is, is all that there is to be seen.

Kumquat

any of you fucking pricks move and i'll execute every mother fucking last one of you

evicted angels

A notice to notice what I've already wondered and told,
however many times, your still young and cold,

warmth is to winter as death is to spring,
you may survive either if your aware of such things,

time beckons agony, as love beckons lies,
we live without test, eternal seasons of life.

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Electric Organs

i'm a boy whose a boy who likes to play likes his toys,
like my bike, like my shoes, like the ladies and what they do,
i'm just a kid, who loves to live, lives to love, and always gives,
i do whats right, in my own mind, for i'm only a boy this is no lie,
yet there is a splinter, in my palm, a sliver that pains as i go along,
i've cried, it did not come out, i've tried to cut it out, but it is deep,
why does this plague befall such a caring boy, a scourge of death that only toys,
either way i care no less about the things i say or they way i dress,
but now as we enter the ever of deaths morrow, the wake in the water, the shapeless that follows,
the sky is his father, the water his mother, his sisters groom the earth, and brothers dance in flames, perhaps that boy, the one who thinks he is me, is just a product of what i wish i could be,
at any rate the gates of heaven are closing and soon we'll be the only ones golden, me and that boy, that sweet boy and i, forever we'll chyll in that cool flowing high.

Half staring into dull and dim, half of my eye is grim,
half of what is can only be as good as half of what it is,
it is 50% of what could be and 100% of what it is,
but when 50 and 50 multipy times 100 and all us dreamers an smokers grab on to sumthin,
when the world is in ruin and ppl are diein, when ppl are cryin, when ppl are smilin, our spirits live on, you can't take it from us, we wont deny God we wont deny life you stupid mother fuckers who think you can hide, he spoke since day one, we belong to him, the children of a dreamer, the dreamer of a God, yes, i dream of a day, not too far off, Valhalla, Ragnarok, Armageddon, when will it be, those last few moments of iconic destiny, ha...so today...just fade, into what is, 50% and its gifts, 100% of what it is, in love with a monster.

Pose Rammadah

I had almost forgotten what it was like, the thrill of such a dance, the brutality in such an event. Hurled over the side, scraped a palm an elbow alike. Such a thrill it is not to know, when the plug will be pulled from our own scripted show.