The Scourge of God

These poetic ailments
Of non descriptive nature
Debase the inspiration
Aesthetics suffer through negation
Words are but words
Even when lost in translation
I vy a why for their scriptures
Asinine burdens, fake damnations
Undeveloped still
Pose a corpse for their bloodletting
A choice of martyrs if you will
Unquestionable, it's themselves they seem to kill
Now wrath is up for grabs
Unholy cults are cursing your ass!
From the waist you are gut
A stream of blood
Satisfies the religious slut/nut

We are the nails through your flesh!
We are the horns of distress!
We are the black blood that feeds the dogs!
You're outwilled and outnumbered;
We are legion!
The scourge of your God!

Written 31-03-2006

Angel of the Bottomless Pit

Writhing sarcastically
A hell created so fervently
By those that choose to suffer
Without will, demise is what they seek
The fall of the believer
A truth that opens their eyes
Kill what's left of God
(And) become the son of eternal skies

None shall repent
Without light there is a way!
Cast to earth, for no other place exists
Our symbol: The angel of the bottomless pit

In lies there is no gain
To serve? Your deceived again
Revel and reap the rewards!
The world does not need to be the same
Snakes shall ever slither
And Gods come and go
Religions will fail and wither
And all will end below

We are non repentant
Lust will conquer all
The earth is thine if you will it
The 'holy' shall grovel
In their self made bottomless pit

Stupidity is your only sin
To live is to win!
Die your saviour's death
And leave those be who walk
The serpentine path

Written 16-10-2012

All His Dominion is in Darkness

Contemplate the metaphysics
Statues of war, praise the psychotics
For drugged they be
By political stance
Fighting against their own
In a biblical trance
Until suffering declines
You may proceed
Weeding the bastards out
With an unholy creed
Caught in this drivle
They call it progress
But I have my own law
Amid the legion of darkness

Your empires crumble again
Spiraling, as this world keeps turning
And like every cycle, face the sameness
Gather around and start your sinning
All his dominion is in darkness

Come say out loud
Spew words at them
We're part of the proud
Swear allegiance, we sin
Live our life
Take as we desire
No need for their strife
Abstinence: a curse for the pious
Trample them under hoof!
Guard the temples of pleasure!
Your sweet-talk is getting you nowhere...
The father is gone
As we join the serpent under the sun

Tears turn to blood again
We sip of the wine and spit in your face
Before a rotten corpse you kneel and pray
Your sickness manifests through your disgrace
All his dominion is in darkness

Written 13-08-2006

The Hidden One

Disguised by many;
The prince, the fiend
Classic fear of the unknown
Ritualize what man thinks obscene
A short vocation of the one
Synchronized with those
Under the black sun

Of unhallowed grounds
You spake thus the word
Lost within the paradox of thought
Throwing verses
Poisoning; the insistence
I Pray, death for thee

From nothing, begotten
Becoming as the hidden one

I should despise more
Your everyday corruption
I will deny more
What's become mass consumption
Pounding out beliefs
I am the thrust of the hammer
Remember, we may be the same...
But we're not!

The answer comes in pieces
Shattered through the mind
If one doesn't learn
You'll follow the blind

And your tales of unlove
And all the death throes
Hath become the disease of time

From fire reborn
Eternally known as the hidden one

Written 09/18-01-2007

26 Hours

Time comes around
Being so vain...
Well I'm not, how about you!
Left 5 minutes ago
On a bonafide train
Teaching to be alone at night
Swelling up inside, I admit to signal
Ahead!
And not to kind
To be the one who tells you not to dive

Running up and down
Somewhere around a frequent state of mind
Moving back and forth
Driving the nails down,
I stay here!

It's a word, it's a tale
Don't want to hear otherwise
Bury? I'll get the shovel
Throw it away
Dig you up later...

Servants of Disorder

I want to shoot another Kennedy!
I want to rape the boss' wife!
I never kneeled before a servant!
Disorder!
This wrath is mine!

Written 20-06-2000

Through Dead Winters

The page is read
The door closes
Feel the wind coming over
Like it would if you died

The search for reality is lost
A past broken and frustration builds
Like it would if you cried

The looks that gaze upon
Fear is now strength
Moving like it would if we tried

The whole regrets
It's ungratefull and it tears downward
Like it would if you hide

Through dead winters pain
Through dead winters hate
Through dead winters...

It's not a game, it's fate
The windows crack
What is left of how it could be
If it destroys
Another burden, tears of hatred
Across the river walking
Like it would if we'd care

Through dead winters fate
Through death, not breathing

Wallow in the mass...
Mass confusion
It's worse than any nightmare
Of how it feels to be buried alive
The truth is heard too many times
Feeding worms to companions
They're all gone
It's how it feels to be alone

Written 22-04-1999