Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold

So come let us drink to the doomed souls of foolish men your chastity I'll consume, my fathers seed in your womb. The dread before the deed, crisis cruelty conjure my needs Yes! a beast will feast in disbelief, idyllic beauty will cease. Hear howls in cries running cold, then what about the crows hollow…Read more Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold

Grief Along Is Wrong

How do you seek relief from a bleak bouquet of burden grasping from this engulfing internal strife with despair. incoherent this anguish tender kiss upon agony we fear exhaustion disillusion! distracted conclusion, grief is clear. Mourning merciful memories before the nightmares numb a reconciliation of recollections leaving us only with crumbs Poignant is those preoccupations,…Read more Grief Along Is Wrong

Which Will It Be

The fear of death docile fools guilty leading the unwilling pressing pleads of the hateful it's discreet yet still reviling Their dishonesty this disdainful demise roots of the tree compulsively combative over the things they refuse to see The falseness of their faithful famously callous before thee shall you not see when the dejected become…Read more Which Will It Be