apocalypse
DEMONS OF HELL
DEMONS OF HELL
Destroy all that is holy
DEMONS OF HELL
The "good" are weak and lowly
DEMONS OF HELL
Satanic Creatures of The Night
DEMONS OF HELL
Ascend & descend...
DEMONS OF HELL
See them rise...
In communion with The Horned One
Curses & Spells are placed on The Altar
Wishes are granted & Hexes are done
Execution of "god", then The Devil is praised
AVE SATANAS! We have Our way
The wings of Lucifer ride The Dark Skies
Eyes of Baphomet hypnotize
If you walk upon The Black Flames of Satan
Your destiny to rule The Earth!
Kurtz
Deep in the heart of hell,
the river bleeds hate,
there in the nests of perdition,
a jungle unforgiving,
he contemplates the maddness,
which has infected him
A world devoid of light, morality lost,
life nothing but a bad joke,
death well worth the price of admission
to give it is mercy to the pitful animals,
Freedom, the maddness of choice,
left alone to do as "thou will",
to kill in boredom, solitary dementia,
forgetting the horrors out there,
a broken mirror, a shattered image,
leaving the pieces scattered, the scars
are necessary to the becoming,
To be released from the cell,
that has perpetuated the cancer,
to be killed and sink forever,
The big train ride to New York City (with an afterword by my underpants)
I Kiss Her Apocalypse
I kiss her Apocalypse,
She strums my violet skinny ribs,
I pluck her violin string hair,
finely tuning the walk up the long white winding stairs,
He looks down at us from a prism,
Not a sound to cry,
A Fool laughs,
Just listen,
A new symphony,
Made of old love and sadness,
Of magic made in the throughs of love and madness,
Tightrope walking on Epiphany,
It will never come,
Death,
Life,
Just the inevitable fall and rise,
I can make something real,
It may be ugly,
Everything makes us happy,
A Falling Fall leaf defines the seasons seed,
to defy beautiful,
I shall not,
It holds it's own hemisphere,
quaking and shaking,
I have been inside for too long,
The break in the gate will not last long,
A slow moving fog,
One last song
I kiss her Apocalypse,
She strums my violet skinny ribs
The Captain
The Captain orders "Onward, march!"
the endless tramp, tramp of Time.
His right arm directs his Minute men,
and his left arm, the Hour.
To the endless tramp, tramp of Time,
the Captain has seen men cower,
through fearful last moments and dreadful deeds;
brave soldiers, shell-shocked and blasted.
And yet, the Captain's own Time must come,
this history must end,
for man was tuned to a different clock,
to the rhythm of the Eternal.