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The fate of the nazarene thereafter is according to the reader. Orgiastic sacrificial Eucharist a-la Baby Q? Impaled shishkebab? Cherry Mary turducken? Wombtomb?

It feels like Halloween again... Jack O'Lantern greet Me again... a black cat crosses My path, again... what does it mean to Me, can you tell Me My friend...?

There is anger in all of us, use it not against your enemies, but for them. I will never let anyone face a fight alone, no matter what kind of fight it is.

You must fight back.

Portion of one of the first Draconian poems chrononologued resurrected from The Abyss of The Mind. More to manifest as itis fully repossessed.

Shadowy demonic forms quake through the snowy wilderness, their black reflections stretching forth across the land by the flickering of hellfire burning atop staffs with skulls crowning. They emerge to cause chaos and rampage from nightmare fane, immolating herdmas decorations in their wake. These avengers from Hell take their sacrifices to consume as they may. They have come forth upon Krampusnacht and have celebrated upon The Solstice Sabbath, now to destroy the nazarene's foul denizens as part of the Black Mass. Demon's Night upon the eve. Let the hellfires burn!

A prayer.

Demonology poem.

Demonology poem.