With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

In these times of abuse, fear anger! and love's misuse the worst of brutal bullies will give you their excuse. Annihilation conspires the concocting of conspirators the curse of cringing cruelty has no use for metaphors. Hair-raising alarm, hate-mongers go wrong! an old song a chauvinistic disguise, abhorrently winning envy's prize. Dastardly demons decapitating compassion,…Read more With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

He Who Would Be King

Empty heads wicked hearts oh vile frail! fallow men vipers we plucked, maggot infused flesh festering rut. Look into the shallow inners of this beast! no release, fanatic cries! zealots, not herd, agony! should be stirred. We speak his evil will, your succubus will conceal her ills in a roll of the dice wraith! is…Read more He Who Would Be King

Welcome To The Dark Side

We see the dark side in your wicked soul, your nakedness! a blood kiss from a corpse turning cold. Render thy will for hollow hills of horror howls, your manifestation the martyr! to be slaughtered at the altar. Heed you loathsome harlot before his majesty of misery cast down the last of thy faith in…Read more Welcome To The Dark Side

Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

Would I be the figment in the folklore, oh fiery foolish fabricated fairy tale for feeble fascinations. The creative charisma in crisis cruelties, forces favors in the forgery of fiction, curse apprehension. Bizarre fallacy brews in mythical heroics, dreaded demon deeds at hand, some just call me bogeyman. Embrace allusion, even give it to the…Read more Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

The Devil Is In The Details

I going to ask you this question? I'll be tact please hold your aggression, can you ever get pass your narrow point of view, or is that offending to you. Sometimes I fail to understand the intentions of my fellow-man, with death and destruction in that news flash! why do some always ask, what's their…Read more The Devil Is In The Details

Imprudent Will, Repulsive Still, Then The Kill

Rejecting the darkest delights as you run to the light thy crown prince of the night you know the devils bite. A crude braggart broods the penalty for being that fool as the dogs of war resume collecting the feeble doomed. Then what of the those things that are now not expected add the demeaning…Read more Imprudent Will, Repulsive Still, Then The Kill