nd thus with the onset of September, Falloween begins, even in the midst of the impending Equinox. The Nativities of The High Priestess of The Church of Satan, and mutually complimentary Gothicon Yvonne DeCarlo, Lily Munster are observed.*
The masks of Satan begin to emerge, peeking 'neath floorboards and beds, from moonlit windows & shadowy closets, attics & basements, skeletal trees lurking, beckoning the darkling to become one in perpetuity. Heralding the path to nightmare fane, the inner darkness revealed to revel, and from bubbling cauldrons, unholy confections tempt with multisensory delights, The Devil's Communion invites.
Satan's brides by hellements unite! Bats and witches fly, demons arise from pentagram gateways, werewolves howl & stalk the land, ghouls and zombies from graveyards lurch, hooded phantoms float with glowing eyes, vampires and wraiths haunt your dreams. The shadows come alive! Though our dark lairs remain eidolic, it feels like Halloween again... ∞
In Nomine Satanas,
Rev. Blackthorne
1 September, LVII A.S.
Noctuary, Draconian Empire
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* Dracommendations: The Munsters series, American Gothic, Satan's Cheerleaders, Cellar Dweller.
If it talks like it's perfect,
And acts like it's godly,
And whimpers like a weasel,
And always follows the crowd,
And can't think on it's own,
And afraid of it's own shadow and all the imaginary ones,
Let it keep sleeping. It's not even a real human being.
...
We are walking corpses,
Zombies at best
How can I enjoy?
That what falls apart?
Great Pyramid
And feast of Nitokris
The Ghoul-Queen
Married to Kephren.
All are dead, dead,
Nothing alive, so sad.
Gods and man alike
In a murdered universe...
Living Dead
The dirt clods up through my nostrils
As I am lowered into the unfathomable ground
Distant unforgivable violins play their song
Unforgettable notes thin air they slowly drown
The scent of the grass that once was below me
Vanishes as it stands guard above me now
Trying to hold me down like woven thread chains
They seek to confine my soul but it has escaped somehow
I sleep a twinkling then I slowly begin my arise
The motionless marble Angel stands cold above my head
They try to stop me with their incantations and charms
There is no cure for the living once they have been dead
People refuse to learn.
Instead of cherishing
what they have,
they always think
the grass is greener
on the other side,
and the only reason
it looks that way,
is because it's fertilized
with bullshit.
Where have all the smart people gone?
6:25 AM 6/27/2013 ©
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Yig went out of my head,
Wasn't I so sad?
In me male and female snake,
O Yig, please don't be awake.
Fastly in the taxi they put me
O let dead not have me!
But dead again I went,
This is what Nyarlathotep meant.
O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,
A female snake in each human you see.
So Tawil took them all out,
And dropped to the floor humans about.
Zombies were left on the Earth
Everything dead, everything burned.
Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,
This story was never before told...
Yig went out of my head,
Wasn't I so sad?
In me male and female snake,
O Yig, please don't be awake.
Fastly in the taxi they put me
O let dead not have me!
But dead again I went,
This is what Nyarlathotep meant.
O in anger and wrath I don't want to be,
A female snake in each human you see.
So Tawil took them all out,
And dropped to the floor humans about.
Zombies were left on the Earth
Everything dead, everything burned.
Ghosts, robotic humans by aliens controlled,
This story was never before told...
As the strain adapts and mutates, the new generation of infected will in fact, attack and kill the first generation carrying the older strain, both as a show of dominance but also to do away with those that are weaker to allow the strong to thrive, as proven in the secrete labs which tested different generations of the virus in a kind of micro biological warfare.
While there have been cases of infected appearing to be dead, they are in fact still alive, though the heart rate can slow to the point of not being registered, they are not the resurrected dead. It has been argued however, that once the affects take hold, they are in fact dead, as the human side ceases to exist and all that is left is a savage, soulless monster that lacks humanity and reasoning.