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Spencer Stanhope

Crimson Queen

Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
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Vicente Carducho

Vicente Carducho

Black Book

So It Seems,

you Come To me.
After Years of Pain UnTold,
Searching For the Words To Sell my Soul.
Blood & Sacrifice;
the Darkest of Deeds Has Made you Real.
A Bargain To Seal.
Would you Grant my Wish,
Ever Lasting Youth
or Am I to Play the Stooge;
a Blasphemous Fool.
Too Late For Regrets,
the Game Is Screwed.

Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line

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Eugène Delacroix

Eugène Delacroix

Leighton’s Projector 

I Have Done It.
I Have Created the Projector,
a Portal to Another Dimension.

X

or What Ever the Inhabitants

of This Hellish World,
the Shadow People Call It.
Long Have I Fought

These Delusions of a Fragmented Mind.
Now,
They Will Find

That my Insanity was No Laughter.
That These Were the Demons

That Escaped the Chest,
Till Only Hope was Left.
These Were the Maladies,
Our Second Selves.
All Our Fears & Self Loathing,
Like Diseased Bags In the Wind.
Purge This Land

Till Only God Man Is Left Standing,
We can Win.

Taken From
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Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line 

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

What Had
Happened To me 

I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.
Strange Things

Were Going On In This House.
I Had to Admit

If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted
It Was This One.
They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,
Old as the Stones,
the Story Goes.
Dreams of the Screams,
Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;
Haunt my Sleep.
The Dark Man,
All Ways In the Back;
All Ways.
Like Puppets In a Play
& He Holding the Strings.
They Started to Weave
These Dreams

Into my Waking World.
I Had to Get Some Sleep,
Some Release.
So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,
the Count;
a Family Friend.
His Haunted Hollow Eyes
Saying Much More to me
Than we Shall See
What This Meet Brings.
It Was I,
the Count & Two Gentlemen.
One a Learned Doctor of Court,
No Stranger to the Bizarre,
The Other a Professor of History
& the Occult Sciences;
He Would Be Leading Us
Through This Strange Ceremony.
No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions
Over Brandy & Cigars,
Then a Manifestation Became Evident.
A Globe of Brilliant Light
to Turn the Night to Day
& Say your Payment Is Due,
Entered the Room.
The Count Pointed to me
& Said you May Have Him.
For 13 Months
I Know Not What I Do,
Till They Pulled me From the River;
Ran Through.
6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,
Tomorrow Is the Day;
the Count Explains. 

Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line  

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Disturbing Dreams

Disturbing Dreams;
Things I Have Seen,
Since Falling In With This Crowd.
Surely It Has Been;
Lack of Sleep,
Little to Eat.
Going On Three Weeks,
a Binge It Seems.
Ruined Estate,
Over Grown Fields;
a Forest That Screams Leave me a Lone.
I Know It Has to be One of you Sick Fucks.
The Only Demons Are In my Head
&

the Day Light Shows Only Trees.
Only me;
you,
&

Her,
Left;
It Has to be

One of the Three.

Taken From
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Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line

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William Blake

William Blake

An Offering

Lovely, Lovely, Girl
On the Splattered Floor.
Come To me.
The Nine Hells
Have Pledged To me Thee.
By Altar, Sword, & Seal;
Cross the Gulfs & Voids
of Time’s Mortal Stream.
Seer Guide my Hand;
Fate’s Reel.
The Bargain Struck;
Blood, Strife, & Souls To Steal.
Come Forth,

Before the Sacred Stone I Kneel.
First To Take His Brother’s Life.
First To Covet Another’s Wife;
the UnHoly Bride.
Father Of Our Line.
With Serpent’s Kiss
& Lies Upon my Lips.
Inhabit This Shell
& Once Again This Land
Will Feel Steel
& the Iron Will
Of the Master
Down Below.

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Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line

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Nikolas Gysis

Nikolas Gysis

The Looking Glass

Most Darkly

The Looking Glass

Most Darkly
as I Peer Into

your Inner Most Sins.
Dark In Deed

Is the Sight

That Greets me,
Black & White

& Splattered Red.
Half Formed

Baby Heads

& Virgin Skin,
Jars of Nightmares

Rendered Real.
All as I Pray

you Don’t See me,
my Horrified Eye,
Wide
with Shocked Disbelief.
As the Most

Beautiful Women

I Have Ever Seen,
Comes Forth

From the Floor

& Kisses your Ring.
Eyes;
Startling Red

& Naked as Aphrodite

Risen From the Sea.
Transfixed She Met Mine;
Lust Intertwined my Mind.
Passions Played Out

& Greeted Eagerly;
Time Ceased to Count
as I Continued to Mount,
Her Eyes Blazing Still.

Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line 

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Arthur Pyle

Howard Pyle

More

Wracked

by a Million

Battles;
my Flesh

an Old Sole.
Still I Go,

Searching,

Searching,
For a Mystery

to UnFold.

It Has Lead me

To your Door;
What Pray Tell

Will This Story Hold.
Another Contest of Wills,
So you May Test

the Iron of my Spine.
Ever

It Has Driven me Forth,

Searching,
Searching

For More.

Taken From
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Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line

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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

The Keep
at the

End
of the

Line
Ruin
over
Bridges
of Time
Stone
&

Mortar
Crumble
Flesh
Rotting
off
Bone
you

Ask
Whose
Home
Charon’s
to Ferry
your Soul
for a
Lump
of Gold
or Haunt
the Darken
Depths
Supping
on Those
who have
Fallen
to your
Watery
Grip

#‎B27321‬

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