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ABOUT ME

My name is Terry im quiet, prvrted, and a little insane. Im a Senior at Westside high School. The reason I came to Deep Realm is to get away from those f'n preps who think they know everything.

I took this from my favorite song hope u like it

The Flood by The Haunted

"....In the darkest corner of my mind...I see a boy with a crooked spine..With a crown made of teers..and glass beeds on a wire..singing a song out of tune..Now if you believe..I'll bleed for you..And if I could bleed..Well so.could.you...."

my myspace is http://www.myspace.com/big_flippin_tur_304

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DaveDoom51	Mar 12, 2008, 06:17 PM
	Here is one I just finished today….Hope you enjoy !!! Sacrifice She feels so out of place here, eyes wide with disbelief---the death of tortured innocence, she hopes will bring relief. Capering forms around the blaze, seem slightly altered now---viscous quality to the air, passions' madness sought somehow. Were those really antlers, she discerned upon the head---of the friend who had invited her, to this celebration of the dead? Or just a trick of firelight, she refuses to believe---shifting images all around her, alterations impossible to conceive. A wildness creeps inside of her, blood screaming through her veins---warm desire begs fulfillment, sweet release...what she will gain. Delighted keening fills her ears, hooded figure upon the dais---those around her yammering, as they chant their ancient praise. The others seem to know their roles, what is her purpose here---a sheen of sour perspiration, lubricates her dawning fear. Her gaze drawn to the figure, standing on the stage---she notices just how large he is, she discerns his awful rage. As if her legs possess, no volition of their own---she finds herself approaching him, her features cast in stone. Hands reach out to touch her, as she journeys to her doom---perceiving her role with clarity now, demi-god to be her groom. Unconsciously her hands attempt, to smooth her raiment down---for after all the clothes she wears, will be her wedding gown. At last she ceases walking, arriving by his side---a brief triumphant smile, reveals the courage she found inside. Startled gasp escapes her lips, as she looks into his eyes---depth of his evil revealed to her, somehow she's not surprised... To feel her precious organs, spilling out upon the floor---the questions she wished answers to, are not important anymore. © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Mar 8, 2008, 05:54 AM
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DaveDoom51	Mar 3, 2008, 02:34 AM
	Here is a poem I wrote for a friend of mine here at DR . A bit of a departure for me, I hope you enjoy ! Devil's Plaything Dark brothel beckons silently, within the old French Quarter---'twas there so many years ago, there that I thought...to court her. Her eyes ablaze from absinthe, young lovely body swaying---caring not what patrons claimed, never heeding what they were saying. My heart took flight within my breast, each time I caught a glance---of my dark compelling plaything, each time I stood entranced. Losing moments to love's opium, such a drug she proved to be---my soul cried out for sweet release, she was everything to me. Those days they seldom visit me, fevered imaginings from the past---I remember still that evening, the night I saw her last. Adorned in silk so lustrous, perfume echoing in my head---my rival vanquished at my feet, I knew then...that he was dead. Wielding scarlet claws she came at me, spitting venom in my face---Devil's Plaything...mine no longer...screaming, my affections were misplaced. I trapped her arms behind her, whispered frantically in her ear---told her we could be so happy, begged her not to disappear. Many years now since I've seen her, since I thought to win her heart... Now all my fading memories center...around watching her depart. © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Feb 26, 2008, 06:30 AM
	Here is one I just finished---I anxiously await your opinion!! Song Of Moloch At the head of forty legions, feral eyes glance all about---spreading leathery wings to cool them, listening for the sentinel’s shout. Sulphurous odor doth proclaim him, tramp of hoof and heel denote---coming of this cold pale rider, oaths erupt from every throat. Unobserved in countless ages, dwelling in the bowels of hell---restless in his cruel confinement, no one still alive to tell… Of countless brutal cruel excesses, when last he roamed at will---infernal power never greater, foul stinking destiny to fulfill. Distant shrieking from the sentinel, heralds arrival at the wall---ancient bastion lately weakened, whispering pathetic angels’ call… Striding forward as power fills him, groaning earth protests---such creatures as are found around him, fall senseless in their distress. Grunts escape defending angels, his presence is discerned---sickened looks upon their faces, this ancient one totally unconcerned. Runes casually written upon the air, timeless barrier is shaken---rotting dead within their graves, scream allegiance to this abomination. Blinding light it emanates, from daemon’s outstretched hand---spelling death and desolation, across this promised land. Terror chases disbelief, across angelic faces---only death and desecration, to be found in daemon’s fell embraces. Solomon’s temple in disarray, lost corner-stone now reclaimed---forbidding wall is broken asunder, remaining angels horribly maimed. Subtle change is clearly felt, Moloch demands his due---as long ago was written, he demands your very soul from you. Michael’s ring so carefully forged, bearing heaven’s hateful seal--- Found amongst the carnage, now destroyed beneath the daemon’s heel. © February, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved When a demon named Ornias harasses a young lad (who is favorite of Solomon) by stealing half his pay and sucking out his vitality through the lad's thumb, Solomon prays in the temple and receives from the archangel Michael a ring with a seal on it which will enable him to command the demons.....

DaveDoom51	Feb 20, 2008, 08:30 AM
	Please click Here to watch the new video for "Ritual". My poem put to music, includes lyrics 

DaveDoom51	Feb 10, 2008, 11:43 AM
	Betrothal Dread daughter of chaos, no physical flaws---appearing deceptively docile, sharpening ebony claws. Luxurious preparation, bathing in young-maidens' blood---stretching supernatural sinew, rejoicing in the flood... Of despicable emotions, accompanying odors as well---infernal mission paramount, engraved invitation to hell. Deceiving humanity, true image never displayed---carefully choosing her raiment, for tonight's masquerade. Plans nearing fruition, letting her mind rush ahead---ceremony this evening, celebrating the soon-to-be dead. Monstrous teeth peeking, through succulent lips---debauched images overwhelm her, as her disguise briefly slips. Deep carnal moaning, down low in her throat---this corpse-bride is anxious, chance of escape is remote. Foolish priest murmurs, beloved standing beside her---later stealing his soul, as he thrusts desperately inside her. Abandoning her musings, regaining total composure---musn't allow her excitement, to result in exposure. Impatiently waiting, for her bride's entourage---planning to wear her groom's heart, as a bloody corsage. © February, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

DaveDoom51	Feb 7, 2008, 03:37 PM
	Here is the latest effort..I hope you wud let me know if you enjoy it?!!??  Solutions Seeking majikal solutions, for this grief she feels inside—she finds her self on curs’ed ground, for her vanity cannot abide. Anger courses through her veins, she warned them did she not---tonight’s visit to this evil place, will teach them that…which they forgot! Placing tiny blood-stained offering, upon ancient altar stone—a shudder ripples through her---she finds that she is not alone. What creature walks these ruins tonight? To make her feel so small---the crones that she consulted, didn’t mention it at all. Crouching in the shadows, weaving tapestries of doom---rubbing up against her lovely body, whispering…“death arriving soon.” Shifting countenance confuses her, images never before perceived---careless action now regretted, she feels she was deceived. No light invades her consciousness, evil continues to explore---forgotten corners of iniquity, values…shaken to their very core. Cruel Imp capers wickedly, through virgin halls of thought---such arrogance she exhibited, thinking power could be so cheaply bought. Wrapping her cape about herself, insulation against the storm---steeling herself for what’s to come, she screams that she was mis-informed. Delighted with developments, wicked Imp invades her soul---clutching fingers grasping desperately, never again will she be whole. An awful ripping deep inside her, accompanied by her weeping---Imp’s dreadful laughter echoes, soul surrendered to the devil’s keeping. Infernal power flooding her, that for which she lusted---vaguely wondering why it is, she should feel so damn disgusted. Fevered hunger grows inside of her, infernal bargain is complete---remembered reasons for her actions, cruel revenge will be so sweet. Torment for the pair of them, they dared to cause her pain---sour remembrance of humiliation when…she found them embracing once again. © February, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved

bringer_of_death	Dec 31, 2007, 05:35 AM
	i'm always on it looking at stuff i just havn't signed up to it or anything

bringer_of_death	Dec 31, 2007, 05:31 AM
	no prob and no im not

bringer_of_death	Dec 31, 2007, 05:26 AM
	helu thnx for the add happy new year

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