Estranged outcast. Condemned to trash and leftover. Slid off the plate into a vat. Churned with milk and animal fat. Nose, ears, lips, and eyelids. Fuzzy strips of pigskin and cow-clits.
Can it be more darker. Darker than your blackest mind. Can i or can it be seen. From the long distant far. . Deep down in the void of soul. Soul cries for feed it`s hunger.
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two. horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they are driven Cant you hear.
Growling in the night when the gromwell dies, hearing the whispering. from the empty hall...diskies.. . Coming from graves, from the night, when the shadows of the winter rises from the.
From the stairway he threw with the languages unknown,. the words of truth and the cohort of fools.. Named the man of black for the back of his hands,.
Fred vil du aldri fa. Dine snyder varer evig ved. Dette vil du aldri unnga. Du drar til et uonsket sted. . Jeg star og ser pa hatets ansikt. Berort av ondskap, berort av and.
In this house that I built. Of cold emotions. Through years of oppression. The suffering which I obey. An unbearable suffering. The rope. The strangulations.
He hung himself in the middle of the night. Found dead in the morning bright light. Got no more lithium. Gave up life. They say: you better give up now.
Kill Yourself If You Feel Remorse. Kill Yourself If It's Too Hard To Live. But If You're Still Pissed Off And Mean. And If You've Got That True Hate In Your Veins.
There is a war inside your head. You're losing the battle against yourself. So awake the unholy spirit of your soul,. Destroy your inner fears and go....
Let the final genocide begin. evil against evil nobody wins. a higher consciousness does it exist?. business made out of human flesh. talking about your revolution.
Orally force fed until cirmosis is induced. Fatal renal failure bleeds like a sluice. Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes. . Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst.
Works of art, painted black. Magniloquent, bleeding dark. Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited. Food for thought, so prolific. In contrasting shades, forcely fed.
I won't be here much longer.. I'm going elsewhere.. To where hope is common.. . To where love is real..
Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be twisted on just right.. Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I don't know. A smile stretched.
Bestial hatred upon mankind. Gazing down from the throne. gushing misanthropy. Disgust, dripping from the mouth. Expression, twisted insanity. Ritualistic art of dying.
Kostonkuu joi verta tuhannen kristityn. Hyryvn maljan heidn kalloistaan. Edes aseet ruosteiset eivt itkeneet. Ne vihdoin saivat nauttia veriteoistaan.
Revolution of the past is only spiritual at last the power to fight. . self evident. becomes weaker. . the will to stand up for your conviction has fade away.
Everything is broken. Chaos in my mind. Booze is a bitch. And my passion for life is dangerous. I have a feeling. That I do everything the other way round.