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Evil, Satanic, and Horror picturesYou scored as Gangrel, You belong to the Gangrel bloodline. Gangrel are very in touch with nature and for this reason are often loners and hermits. They have a very keen sense of the beast inside them and can let it out with devastating results. They do, however, have a bit less control over their impulsive, animalistic nature and are easy to drive into an uncontrollable frenzy.


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From: DaveDoom51
02/07/2008 14:08:47
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



From: DaveDoom51
12/29/2007 08:12:48



Here is the preliminary video...the final verson will contain the lyrics on the screen. Look for it soon on YouTube !! For now, the lyrics can be followed below the video. I wud like to thank a very talented Artist/Musician friend of mine by the name of Rawhead, for lending his wonderful voice to bring my words to you! Please feel free to listen to other tracks by Rawhead at http://www.reverbnation.com/rawhead.

I hope you enjoy !







Ritual


Images surface slowly, understanding invades her mind...
These awful creatures surrounding her, are definitely not her kind.
Hard bed on which she finds herself, scant comfort to be found...
Desperate terror escalating now, she finds that she is bound.
Both feet and hands denied to her, course hands will have their way---
Rough caresses are unnerving her, she doesn't wish to stay.

Wide eyes widen further still, her gaze rests upon the knife...
Ancient avatar may be the messenger, that abruptly ends her life.
Vacant faces look away from her, foul caresses now desist...
His visage appears above her, she is powerless to resist.
Taking up the vicious weapon, he lays cold steel upon her breast....
Her frantic thoughts try calming her, using memories she loves best.

Shifting organs hasten to accommodate, this invasion by his blade...
Won't he please use ample caution, as he continues to invade...
Those secret places so deep in her, fragile structure does despair...
Uncaring movement of his hand...she no longer hopes....he doesn't care.
Something ripping deep inside of her, sweet breath must now depart...
Soft gasp is all she manages, as he gently removes her heart.

Dying eyes they glaze so prettily...seeming to invite...
He shows her lovely heart to her...and then he takes a bite.




© July, 2007~davedoom51 all rights reserved


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11/23/2007 18:55:22
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From: DaveDoom51
10/08/2007 17:14:08


For all my wonderfully patient friends...A final offering of prose here at Deep Realm...Long delayed...








Rebirth


Corruption's gravid seed ready to burst, festering in the darker reaches...
Lost souls wandering, covered in boils---easy prey for Dhampir's ravenous leeches.
Beauty's golden memory, jealously held tight---tales told around fires, remembered time in the light.

Pagan innocence shining, arcane ritual observed----ancient riddle solved, mother's energy faithfully preserved.
Skye dancing in hollows, let abandon reign---let Mother's ancient wisdom guide us to the light once again.
Shadow walker stalking our dreams---lessons lost to us....when will life cease corrupting us---be all that it seems?
Last stairway in sight, corruption staining the night---sweet comfort rendered, all uncertainity now lost to sight.

Up out of the abyss, brave pagan souls complete their quest---dark seeds of chaos unwittingly carried in every breast.
Life cycle begins anew, false innocence reagained at last---corruption impatiently awaiting birth.....repeat the past.


© october, 2007 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved




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From: DaveDoom51
09/16/2007 18:45:47


Cyn


Grottos of pagan innocence, halls echo sonorous whisperings---dangerous yet compelling, accept these humble offerings...
Oh Mother we beseech you, clandestine ritual keeping---hearts witness to your agony, mortal souls continue weeping.
Gentle sacrifical altar, grain and honey to be found there---the goddess of the elder times, no longer welcomed anywhere.
Cast out of favor long ago, shallow pontiffs crying blasphemy---those pure of heart remembering, the beauty of your entity.

Stregan ritual so tender, following faithful female gender---mercy celebrated...life renewed, the wise refuse surrender...
To the edicts of these neo-masses---assigned to separate social classes.
From mists of ages long forgotten---majiks emerge...incantations prosper---new generation resists these misbegotten..
Rites so valued by ehalted vassals---snug within their gilded castles.

Gatherings happen, in the glens and hollows---ancient ways celebrated, Mother's teachings carefully followed...
By those chosen on birthing beds---fledgling witches value---the order of the centuries, instead.



© august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved





From: cesareo
08/24/2007 21:17:08
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From: cesareo
08/19/2007 10:15:04
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Are you there??? donde andas mujer sabes q se te extraña????? bueno espero q estes muy bien cuidate mucho besos!!!!


From: DaveDoom51
08/12/2007 09:41:33
THE WEEKEND IS ABOUT OVER---S0 HERE IS A
THOUGHT TO TAKE INTO YOUR NEW WORKWEEK !!




This poem is dedicated to my wickedness !

Becoming



Dark presence always with you, nameless longing---shadow lovingly stalking you, in preparation for your becoming.
The deeper realm enticing you, dreams of power...incomprehensible---such awful avarice you display, such actions...reprehensible.
Lusting in your passion, demanding trinkets in exchange---bartering existence's sweet purity, for the favors you arrange.
Sighing gently in release, sweet physical experience---carnal desire satiated, pursuing power's elusive countenance.

Chanting fell forgotten utterances, seeking knowledge in dark places---mindful always of advantage, to be gained from your embraces.
Forbidden secrets interest you, your quest does not abate---such things as joyous celebration, you find difficult to relate...
To goals you have committed to, awful desire running wild---mercy and compassion lost, purpose and ambition reconciled.
Occasionally internal strife admits, existence of a soul---becoming is monumental, broken hearts...are not consoled.

A lifetime spent pursuing, tell me what it is you've gained---for everything but power, by you is now disdained.
Such elaborate expensive prizes, if the total truth be told---lonely solitary existence flawed, desperation looms...uncontrolled.
So revel in your accomplishments, for you have in fact prevailed---the only cost you'll notice, is the inhumanity you unveiled.
Power beckons unrelentingly, a dubious reward---love lost is such a bitter pill, sanity will never be restored.

Remember gentle listeners, for this message doth convey...
The fruit of acquisition...though appealing in its beauty...too often will betray.







© august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved




From: DaveDoom51
08/06/2007 11:27:33









From: DaveDoom51
08/05/2007 19:10:44











Neophyte



Incautious neophyte, wandering aimlessly---exploring borders, questing shamelessly...
For secrets hidden, from mortal awareness---her innocence making her, unforgivably careless.
Stumbling upon sour earth---foul pregnant entity giving birth...
To one whose awful name inspires---malignant dreams, demented mortal desires.

Birth signifying, death of dreams---beauty forever lost, birth-mother screams...
Writhing and moaning, changeling clawing inside her...birthblood jetting, pooling beside her.
Into our plane, nightmare born again---neophyte aghast, driven nearly insane.
Grotesque incarnation, seems to be grinning---gazing coldly at mother, dreaming of sinning.

Backing away, neophyte desperately striving---for surcease, from the image of changeling arriving.
Frantic noises,unkowingly spoken---bowels voiding in horror, darkest dread still unspoken.
Birth-mother grunts, changeling's foul actions resuming---suckling mother's teat, her life-force consuming.
Sated for now, changling casually disdains---this dried husk once his mother, all that remains.

Inching carefully away, elders must be advised---foul abomination lives, birthed before her eyes.
This thought paramount, neophyte swiftly fleeing---away from this abattoir, her wide eyes unseeing.
Distance desired, from this unthinkable depredation---away from cruel changling, seeking salvation.
Stinking breath on her neck, suddenly discerned---claws severing flesh, somehow unconcerned...
Curiously calm, she finds herself on the ground---desperate screams go unheeded, for there's no one around.

Changling capers in glee, such despicable carnage arouses...
Thoughts of succulent mortals, asleep in their houses.






© august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved






From: DaveDoom51
08/02/2007 19:01:42






Reward


Lonliness constant, no time for deep relations---working majiks, performing arcane ritual incantations.
Occasional would-be visitors, suddenly reluctant---grotesque soul that beauty hides, superstitious fears ascendant.
Young suffering soul, timidly approaches---aware of foul nature, upon which she encroaches..
Seeking answers and awful retribution---coming here in torment, desiring a dark infernal solution.

Beauty's mask showing compassion, perfectly arranged---examining her visitor, voracious eyes remain unchanged.
Such simple folk, girls in rough dresses---she muses, while imagining future cruel excesses.
Speak freely child, for your torment is clear---someone abusing you...speak...you've nothing to fear.
Many have visited me here, seeking compassion---you have my attention, I can discern your passion.

Skin splitting, awful scabrous boils erupting---visitor stinking of death, and resultant vile corruption...
Siezes the throat, of this simpering conniving creature---feeding upon innocence, in the guise of their teacher.
Recall as you die, vicious majikal pretender---one resembling me seeking help, young soul so poinantly tender...
Was my sister that day, you so cruelly devastated---witness now the horror, that is me aggravated.

Retribution comes---in a myriad, of clever guises...
Beware those souls capable, of convincing disguises.




© august, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved





From: DaveDoom51
07/31/2007 15:14:10



Night Wanderer



Night wanderer, soul predator from forgotten ages...drinking deeply from precious arteries, her mind disengages.
Painful memories forgotten, burning desire to be free...mortal death is acceptable, lost love memories she flees.
Blood loss enhances, foul memory's chances...like boils that she lances...transformation beginning...her immortal heart dances.
Greedily sucking, lifeblood from her soul---she feeds from his wrist, her thoughts darker than coal.

A visit she plans, lost love will regret---trifling with hearts, a visit he won't soon forget.
New strength deep inside her, dawning like fire---vitality delights her, revenge her greatest desire.
Birthing schemes, sensual blood-drenched dreams---fill her mind as she screams...outrages...unforgotten it seems.
Disengaging herself, from this dark benefactor---stretching changeling tendons, new abilities to master.

Time passes as she practices, learning infernal secret seductions---perfecting her art, ignoring resultant population reductions.
Such wonderful secrets, learned from men she embraces---sweet death memories imparted, leaving indelible traces...
At last she feels ready, magnificant power is steady---her exuberance heady...awful retribution imagined...countless times already.
Traveling on nightwings, she finally arrives---the place her lover and she, once lived their lives.

Stealthily entering his quarters...this can't be...she finds herself weeping...
Lost love taken by cholera...in his coffin already....eternally sleeping.





© july, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved






From: DaveDoom51
07/29/2007 08:51:54
A tongue in cheek look at an old myth lol



THIS POEM LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO PANDORA, FOR THE TRUE CARING SHE SHOWS TO ALL



Pandora


Sweet gentle soul, curiosity apalling---greedy eyes gleaming, dark sastifaction insistantly calling...
Restlessly pacing, distractions seeking---toying with her hair, voices in her head softly speaking...
Arranging her wardrobe, eyes irresistably drawn...object of desire, where has her good sense gone...
Shaking her head, instructions crystal clear---delicious knowledge could be hers, nothing to fear.

Am I not a goddess, entitled to know---wonderous secrets imagined, intoxicating exotic power to show...
At the next gathering of Olympian elite---jealous stares from contemporaries, petty social conquest complete.
Jupiter created her, he gave her the box---silly not to peek briefly inside, where are the locks...
Preventing immediate satisfaction, her soul is believing---one quick glimpse at, what her groom is receiving.

Epimetheus is no more deserving, no greater than she---damnable box and it's wonders, simply won't let her be.
A chance such as this, comes but once in ages---stomping petulantly around, internal debate continually rages.
Mind made up, greedy hands grasping---breathlessly opening the vessel, she finds herself gasping...
As out of this mysterious, god given device---comes forth greed, and hatefulness, other things not so nice.

Such a disappointment, no interesting power discovered...
Mankind's desperate suffering increases, never fully recovered.





© july, 2007 ~davedoom51 all rights reserved




From: cesareo
07/27/2007 16:37:06

hola como estas???



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