Heheheheheeh..I was looking through my files...And I ran across this poem....in honor of catacombs, I thought I would send it to you ....enjoy!!
Innocence Lost
Gentle soul, corruption fouling tattered borders--- No longer soaring---earthbound sadness, woeful dark disorder. Vicious soul-eater, staining purity's heart--- Awful imaginings---bastions of innocence shaken, breaking apart...
Evil changeling transplanted, virgin soul cruelly enchanted--- Seed of black destiny, savagely implanted. Pristine womb impregnated, by such filthy desire--- Reluctantly providing the nourishment required.
Ceaseless chanting accompanies unspeakable potions--- Abused tissues annointed with unsavory lotions... Feverish dreaming endured, pathetic moaning acceptance--- Attended only by unholy birthing assistants.
Suddenly awake, mouthing desperate screams--- Frantic writhing inside her, much worse than the dreams... Abject horror embraced, she is suddenly aware--- Mortal existance's bane, is the fruit that she bears.
Sinew stretching, muscles burning with strain--- Abomination screaming---borne into humanity's world once again. Stinking ejaculate, heralds prophecy's foretelling--- Staining birth-bed and mother, somehow compelling...
Ancient evil incarnate, infant body contains--- Juggernaut charged with destruction---resultant carnage...all that remains. Birth-mother mortally wounded, gnashing her teeth--- Searching remembered ocassions---seeking succor, any meager relief.
Lost in happier remembrance, at first she denies--- Shrieking pain---awful changeling, savagely biting her thighs... Birthing attendants ecstatic, watching with pride--- New-born Lord of the Flies---consumes tasty bits from inside.
you said no matter what you loved me but you fuckin lied now im gonna make you wish you commited suicide ill make you scream your bones will break since pain seems to be the theme you will suffer, you will ache ill hang you from your feet over a fire your torture is for sure my greatest desire pierce the cold steel through your burning skin all the rage i feel is coming out from within when im cuttin your flesh in half ill listen to your screams and just laugh take my vice-grips attach em to your tounge pull it way past your lips and just snap the rope from which your hung its what you get for abusing me just know, your pain amuses me your a worthless piece of shit nothing but crud less valuable than my spit choke on your blood i want you to rot cause, your what i really hate i want to tie your neck in a knot and watch you suffocate as i saw into your arm i just listen to you screaming in my ears no one is ever gonna know no one can hear ive cut off all your limbs including those in your pants as your light begins to dim and the room begins to dance i pour salt through all your cuts to hear your final screams i cut you open and spill out your guts so fun this torture seems hoping you dont die so i can continue this suffering and violence but then you let out your last cry and there was only silence
Well, my friend.......It seems another nightmare has crawled out of my imaginings. In sincere hopes that it will give you a shiver or two, I will share it with you......I hope you enjoy !!
Catacombs
Deep in the cavern's catacombs, pregnant evil giving birth... Foretelling's time of lamentation, a time to measure mankind's worth. Virgin womb is clenching / pushing...birthing chaos to this plane... Darkness threatens all that's sacred, angels screaming once again. Panting with her foul endeavor, she feels flesh tearing down below... Feels daemon teeth and claws emerge, feels precious blood begin to flow.
What madness claimed her sanity, was it passion she was seeking? Hot sulphorous breath upon her breast...the evil lies that he was speaking? She knows now that she was deceived, this pain alone is proof of this... Will birthing this abomination, throw wide the gates to hell's abyss? Her fevered thinking interrupted, by mortal ripping deep inside... This daemon still trapped half inside her, clawing at her straining thighs.
With a rush of stinking birth-blood, awful daemon-spawn ejected... His yellow eyes acknowlege that, the two of them are still connected. Taking up the hated cord, the cord that still would bind them... Viciously he rips it from her, placenta now lays close beside him. Cold gaze falls upon his mother, a mirthless smile parts his lips... Watches as the life deserts her, watches blood pool 'round her hips.
Deep in the cavern's catacombs, mother's foolish flesh lays rotting... Dead staring eyes seem so surprised, to see her cold blood clotting.
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