The pristine white bride
gracefully glided down the
aisle toward her sharply
dressed, eagerly waiting
groom.
A sudden, violent gust of
freezing air violently
shattered the stained- glass
windows of the church.
The delicate white lace of
her bridal veil rapidly
decayed into a swarm of
black spiders.
Horrified wedding guests
shrieked as the pews
suddenly transformed into
rotting wooden coffins that
snapped shut.
The smiling groom unhinged
his jaw, swallowing the screaming
bride whole before the altar.
We all know it's a charade a mirage
It is an unholy crusade going large
Trump vanity parade he's in charge
Innocents slayed in another barrage
We're being played Fox news montage
No camouflage this is not espionage
Evangelical right complete sabotage
Plans laid for a new white colonial Raj
No cruise through Hormuz for a barge
Tat tw*t Pete is the scary lairy sarge
In blighted Blighty we've got Farage
Nigel grabs his bible tasteless as marge
Demonic Love
Please, be my love, lift my life
I’ll give you my filled heart
Filled with love
Please, be my faith and hope
I’ll give you my empty mind
Fill it with your love!
I need you
I want you
We are love!
Demonic love!
Please, accept a demonic life
A sinner, a guilty wrote these lines
I am a bad soul in law of human level
But this is not true, my life here is a torture
I am your bad boy. A bad man
Give me light, give me a bed, a stove
The heat of your stove, and kiss, and pillow
I want, I want to sleep after your dinner
I am hungry, a poor knight errant. Tired life
A touch, a hug, a nice word, honest eyes, cure me
Give, please, open your door, a chance
Give me a chance, I want to change my life
Yes, yes. Then I will be a husband, yours, yours
Children dancing in our home
You are my wife, ruler of our house
I am a farmer, a worker, a family keeper
I want the love of home
I want a home of love
Lady, lady!
Woman, woman!
Be my end!
Be my love!
Be
Home
Delete
Please
A demonic life
Forever!
The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence,
while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity.
The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh,
injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue,
unwieldily setting the stage.
A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs,
as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings.
Buzzing flies circle, swooping down
just to taunt—then vaporize into nothingness.
Muttering voices cling to the inside of a failing cranium,
overtaking a discarded soul, slowly stripping away morality.
Irises blacken, then return to sapphire, before blackening again.
Sitting, rocking back and forth with arms wrapped around legs,
speaking in tongues—
the transformation has begun.
A shattered will; possession seems inevitable.
Fighting feels increasingly hollow.
The smothering venom accelerates.
Chattering crescendos
until your body becomes complete chaos,
and what's left of your soul is trapped within a cage,
locked deep inside the pits of demonic despair.
she runs from her demonic ideas
how is she channeling this
she is feeling crazy
Demonic Life
Live alone, live alone, and live alone
Just with your thoughts, and desires
Desires, unrealized wills, dead lives
Just live the thoughts and the desires
Thoughts, created by desires, it is fine
Fine, penalty for the life, for your life
Live the days, live the nights; it is fine
The price of Life, your suffering; so fine
I do this, lovely this demonic war’s life
War again the evils of the ruler stars
I live on another planet from my star
Without God, Live in the outer dark
I live in the outer darkness; a bright life
The light is blinding me in the darkness
Evil angels are cashing me, it is my fine
But the Light clean me, Light gives see
Demonic life
Outcast life
Trapped desire
My life
Helps
Me
Light
She came from eden the dark temptress,
Left Him behind and went her own way,
caught by the demons who back then,
soon she joined them and led them astray.
They said she was evil with a dark soul,
Spawned by the demons beneath the world,
Strong was her mind knew what she wanted,
No man would control or abuse her
Told by the angels to be subject and ruled,
They tried to paint her as a black force.
Saying she was evil with a dark soul,
spawned by the demonsbeneath the world.
Left the valey of the fertile plain left it behind,
New life she started beneath the mountains tall,
Rumours grew of her power and strength,
Her legacy will last for a millenia or two.
They said she was evil and walked with the dark,
They feared and avoided her as she sang in their heads
There were spirits causing physical and psychic torment.
They were in their surroundings, like moisture were in the breeze
There was a man, with legions of demons. Graves were his tents.
Each moment of his life was like flesh with thorns of unease.
They seized him in his crocodile hold. He could not escape.
Tearing his body and hurting himself had become fun.
In the image of God, he was made. But, he lost his shape.
To protect him from his self-hatred, there was no human
Love, like that of a mother's for her child, sprang from Jesus.
His power over good and evil rose like a command.
Come out, Jesus said. Within, the man faced a grave morass.
They had to obey. They knew if they refused, they'd be damned.
Chains of confines were broken, and the demonic felt free.
Jesus sent him home to tell them of the divine decree.
Funny we idolize, admire, imitate
Stars, politicians, elitists aggregate
Living in their hollow lavish luxury
As demonic robotic cultic zombies
Chasing the next pleasurematic high
Regardless soul depravation deprive
Sold out to their life utter perversion
Hiding from true light truth aversion
All the while remaining silent passe
Allowing the masses to be led astray
Feigning strength and superiority
Cowering to their lifestyle sorority
Afraid to say what's right n powerless
Living a secretive lie of cowardice
Dropping into my subconscious
in murky depths you calmly reside
leaving a bruise on my neck I taste you
as my blood rises to your lips
I scream and start to suffocate
your hands grip mine in shackles
carnivorous eyes and I see black
a prey animal now your possession
thrashing only leaves violent marks
under the covers I confess my post
I'm only free with your imprisonment
I want you to go down on me
Romancing with the monsters under my bed
I moan and arch toward the ceiling
ankles and wrists chained to my thoughts
trapped within my grisliest desires
each night I remove the emotional veil
naked and fevered with expectation
deep rooted fear is so close to rapture
breath quickening just short of madness
demonic confession of wild attraction
take me into your darkest shadows
I relax because I can feel you coming
Turning the lamp off I light you a candle
We'll dread
If we're on our deathbed
We'll cry
For we're going to die
That sin
It's a turmoil within
So pale
To feel so very frail
In hours
I'll give you a flower
Suppose
I'll give you a red rose
Last breath
So taste the kiss of death
Track: The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister
Track: Slipknot - Psychosocial
My demons, I see,
Though they are quiet
But are never silenced
They still want to riot.
Some of the demons leave me,
So, it's quiet in my head
Some of them travel with me
Yet, they roam inside me, dead.
I'm sure they'll always be around,
In my darknesses, I want to sleep
They want to pull me, tied-up into
My abyss, deep in the steep.
Release me demonic spirits, I quake,
And lead me only to an endless solitude
So I can rest from the exhaustion
Your evils cause, then wants to take.
Fleeing, setting me free from your distractions,
You're this chaos, that's causing me to dread my life
With the unsettledness lurking, stirring around inside
I find myself dead, having no more strife.
Demonic desires, dark, feral
Seek objects to possess
True love outpours, it’s touch plural
All’s but God consciousness
Go with love, not with lust
In God alone we trust
For what’s body but dust
Ego urge stokes fires
Demonic desires
15-February-2022
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