September 15, 2018 · 10:02 pm
Peter Nicolai Arbo
a Mother Fights For Her Cub
That’s Love
Can you Not See This Is Wrong
Stand Strong
–
Can We
Do Any Less
For Her Son
–
you Deserve
a Rest
After Defending your Nest
I Hope you Feel Better
& your Son’s
Pain Is Less
–
We Will Continue To Test
Is Human Decency Left
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April 6, 2017 · 5:56 am
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.
#B27321
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March 27, 2016 · 8:28 pm
Hans Memling
Another Smart
Monkey
Whose Only
Desire
Was
To Set
Fires
&
Burn
This Mother
Down
Whose Verse
Was Like
a Curse
To Haunt
you
To the
Ground
an Unquenchable
Thirst
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January 29, 2016 · 8:00 pm
Gustave Dore
& She
Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes
& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste
That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
#B27321
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September 24, 2014 · 5:06 pm
Gustave Dore
A Watery
Grave
Is What
She
Bade
That Mother
of the
Monster
Who Left
your Holy
Halls
Hollow
That Eater
of my
Dead
That Whores’
Daughter
She
Who
No Mortal
Blade
Could Pierce
But I
Did Insist
&
Did
Enlist
Her Fathers’
Sword
to Remove
That Blight
Upon
Your Land
#B27321
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October 27, 2013 · 5:14 pm
What Strange
Theories
do you have
about this World?
Evariste Vital Luminais
Slaves
to Mine
&
Rape
the Earth
our Mother
#B27321
Are we
not
her Children
Does not
Intellect
alone
Separate
us
From our
Brethren
the Beast.
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