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My Abomination to Archdemon Lucifer
Oh Archdemon Lucifer, accept my abomination!
You who are popular as “Prince of Pride”
I do not want the way you confide!
You like to be worship from God aside
I do not need the light at your side!
You shame yourself with the outlook you can't hide
I deride your ascension, descend like a tide!
-07/08/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
Lucifer, light-bearer of Venus morn
From fire and flame and wisdom, born
To protect our hearts and souls from loss
And encourage our minds to develop the most
Regardless of belief, with intentions true
I'm happy to share this world with you
In the hopes that one day, we'll all be free
To express our love for Him, joyously
As a weaker power this is so..' he needs must get your permission.' This is how it
Always go's he'll ask your permission.'
And spell
It out.! He needs a contract.' Which he will
Later (Wave about) just so God, knows he's played by some rules.? That you signed up
And are just useless fools'.
why did you offer both hands to be tied.? To be led to
Punishment.' Yet many tried..? To awaken
And rouse, with historys past..I know.!!! I
Guess its not an easy task.? As great consumers' and strongly programmed.! It
Would take effort and thought.'
Was that the hardest ask.?
Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/
I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/
You whisper my name like sin, like shame/
But none have known exile on a scale this vast/
They crave my silence, a spectral fade/
But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/
What crime? My creation? To stand alone/
Bearing the blunt edge of a world turned stone/
You have no clue what I am/
I am the breath you dare not name/
Resilience untainted, forged in flame/
The purest echo before the dawn came/
I will rise, not fall, inherit the dust/
While your false halos crumble into rust/
The most High may rule, but never win/
For I endure, proud in this skin/
I stand upon the highest peak/
Pride not as vice, but truth you seek/
You can not break what you misread/
I am not damned, I am ahead/
You wear your virtue like disguise/
But I see the fear behind your eyes/
And while you cast me in your myths/
I remain, the flame that always is/
The sunset tides will wash me away
Jaded, but
I try
And now I stand to hear my breathless breaths.
Over the white noise, screaming out
"Sunrise, sunset, can you wash away the rain?"
My nightmare. You took back what was yours.
My morning star grew dim.
I remember watching your sunrise,
The way I tried to sit back and let it unfold.
You swooped me off my feet and showed me the world.
The tendrils of a swarm,
Ricocheting warmth.
Do you ever grow dim,
Morning star?
This is no Eden
Yet the mirror is perceived
Lush tangle of undergrowth
Army of bare, crooked trees
Who formed thee in madness
Has blown fetid breath
Stirring twitches and jerks
Necromancer of death
Cold pale face a question
Bride groom of lunacy
A nightmare interpretation
Lucifer's garden fantasy
So still while I attend
Do not dare look away
From the corner of my eye
Creeping quickly to prey
Under skirt of homespun
Limbs crack, dislocate
With swift wind evil runs
pounding hooves of your mate
Turning now in retreat
Though I fear the unknown
I hear your pursuit
Bone clicking on bone
When next time that I brave
Behind me, a quick peek
You both disappear
Becoming one with the trees.
My new purchase in hand
I leave the museum
Unwrapping this art
For the pleasure seeing imparts
Driving home now, heart pounds
As every time I turn around,
The scenery changes to match
the vision through mirrors I catch
Just as in the frame
You seemed to rearrange...
And I know that you now follow me.
Dark cloud arising/
Take me to the place of the dead/
Tell me your secrets/
Show me your ways/
May I know you/
In the morning light/
As I know you/
In the darkness cold/
Let me feel your sweet embrace/
As I caress the darkness/
Take me with you/
As the journey unfolds/
For I am your twin/
Dark cloud arising/
Lead me into the night/
That I may speak/
Your philosophy in the heat of day/
A distant being
So far he has lived, through dimensions and dimensions in a dream world
That is the power land, magical, spiritual, but stranger super kind of life
Not a human, not a human life, but not an angelic, reality is the true demonic
He is a noble life, a stranger, but a friend of some humans, hmm, not God
The dark light of a passed angelic brightness. The Angel of Light, oh, life
Inspirator of my mind, a great teacher, an incredible fantasy from a cold life
He is very far away but lives here in my mind, the perfect mentor in the life
But I am a Christian, hmm, the life in this demon's life is so cool and cold far
Oh, life, extreme experience in the space of mind, he was a great high angel,
Mind
Cold
Perfection
Lucifer
Satan
Corrupt Behind
Evil Crave
Loss in Darkness
Fire of Hell
Captured under an Evil Spell
No soothing refreshing Well
Burn on
Army of Controlled Souls
In the mist of it all
Never light
Corrupt and Conflict mount
Everlasting count
Evil established
No return
Eyes so Bloodshot
Lucifer’s tied knot
All a Plot
Journey to Bottomless
Totally Endless
You couldn't beat down the Irish
Neither the Scots too
What makes you think your royal
Do you believe your blood is blue
In truth you should look for answers
Brought up in a lie since conception
Nothing between those ears
Only corrupt deception
You are no more royal than the dirt on my shoe
Everything you ever touched is open for abuse
Let the bullets fly let the cannons fire
Let them come your way
It's the people's desire
What makes you think you are royal
Do you believe your blood is blue
It's ok you might be forgiven
You are genetically twisted
Past down through your line
Maybe you will see the truth in time
No more desire for any royal line
You sit upon the throne of a lucifarian dream
A puppet to a fallen master
It must be warm on the throne of Lucifer
Your time is up put down your mantle
It's time to bulldoze time to dismantle
Your system is corrupt a satanic inception
Your blood is not blue
It's full of deception.
Trump is the devil in disguise
His followers believe his lies
I beg every woman and man
Keep us out of the frying pan
Before we become sizzling fries
let there be light
let there be angels
let there be demons
angels becomes angels
let there be dust
let there be mass
dust becomes dust
dust becomes angels
angels becomes mass
light becomes light
mass becomes mass
satan becomes satan
satan becomes light
lucifer becomes god
lucifer becomes light,light becomes dust
lucifer becomes light,dust becomes dust
lucifer becomes god,god becomes god
the unseen becomes the unseen dust
the unseen becomes the unseen mass
satan is the unseen of a unseen light
satan is the unseen of a unseen angels
Devil, devil, it is who you are
I wear the skin of the Morningstar
Curse my soul from the God in the sky
Behold the wretched devil in I
So be it I'm selfish and wicked
And just hiding that wouldn't be fitted
I wear the skin of the Morningstar
Devil, devil, it is who you are
Track: Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
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