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Poetry Pt. 7 DATE: Mar 24, 2008, 09:24 PM / MOOD: accomplished
It's Coming. I can’t make it go away.. No matter how hard I try, no matter how strong my will becomes There will always be this piece of me that is ready for the end Rotting away in my mind like a cancerous tumor, consuming everything in it’s path Frustration is mounting, like the magma below a volcano on the brink of disaster I can hear the voices strolling around my thoughts, wanting to be let out Clawing at my mind like a prison of eternal torment, I give way.. There’s nothingness now, all I can see is black, no stars, no sky, no ground.. What’s going on? Can you hear them barking? The hounds…the Hounds of Hell… The masses form into legions of the greatest army ever assembled throughout time, and no time.. The blood on the battlefield is fresh, barely old enough to have the red pigment from it’s exposure to oxygen… Why? What have I done? Where will I go? What am I to become? The answers so frighteningly clear that even the sun cannot release me from the darkness the truth holds.. It’s coming, inch by inch, the fall of man…The torment you’ve all been dreading since the filth began spreading it’s plague… I wait and listen, high on my perch, like a lion surveying it’s domain…Here, in this hell, I am king..and the war is magnificent.. Sanity Sanity Here we are again old friend Take a walk with me through that which I cannot claim anymore Let us ponder upon days past, when the grass was green, the flowers had a beautiful smell, and the water felt cool running out of your palms Tell me, can you recall a moment in time when it all seemed new? When the simplest things brought the smile to your face? It seems somewhere along the way, in this travel through the millennia, I grew tired of the existence I was forced to lead An eye for an eye would be the most proper term for my revenge, an abused child for an abused adult, an endless life, to never feel for what I’ve been given The hands are dealt, and the cards lay in my favor, some come with me old friend, as we walk one last time, through the landscapes of what I lost..for this is the end… Untitled What does it feel like to know there is nothing left in this world untouched by the hand of death? Is there any solace in the eventual cease of pain, misery, and fear? Do you cry out to your “God” with your last dying breath? Or will you continue to run in terror of the unknown that awaits you on the other side? The end is near, the apocalypse is now. Your money, your greed, your fear, is all worthless. Your children will be murdered in front of your eyes, while you stand there with no emotions. Your parents will be decapitated, with their heads placed on spikes upon the walls of the great ruins of a civilization so far gone that not even the gods themselves could save you. Run my pet, flee from this world. End your life quickly, or there will be nothing but pain when your heart stops beating. Nothing but shame when your tears no longer fall.
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To My Friend's List. DATE: Jun 7, 2007, 08:07 PM / MOOD: annoyed
This is to tell you that I will not help you with your magic studies. I will not help you with your life problems. I will not be there as a friend. I will not be someone you can count on in rough times. I will not expect any kindness shown to me because I will not show it to you. I am cutting everyone off on the "Let's ask what J would do!" department. I am no longer here to give you advice and you will have to fend for yourself.
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False Claimers and People Trying To Fit In DATE: May 27, 2007, 01:17 AM / MOOD: accomplished
What is with all of you people taking false sigils as your own? Do half of you even know which demon goes with which sigil? Do any of you even speak to these demons? Honestly now, I have seen females claiming Belial's sigil!!!!! Belial is more in touch with males than females. He respects brotherly and father/son bonds, not women. The only woman, or demon, that he would ever even bow to is Lilith yet you people still go around claiming his sigil and putting it all over some of your shit. False claimers and pathetic attempts to fit in seem to be the norm for a lot of the people that I have come across. Honestly now, if you are going to take a demonic sigil as your own, why don't you do some research on the damn thing before you do! The sigil that I have on my page is an edited version of Astaroth's, which, I have gotten the go ahead from him to use as my own. Hell, I even got a "Thank you" from the demon of war with all of the things I have done for him out of pure respect and not expecting anything in return. The point of this blog is to basically tell you people to stop being ignorant fools and research the shit you claim before you decide to claim it. If you do not, it could get you hurt, or made to look like a fool. The choice, is yet again, yours. Brother J
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Meatbag Logic Questioned. DATE: May 27, 2007, 12:42 AM / MOOD: accomplished
Do you understand what is given to you people? Do you understand that you all have some sort of power, although most is the very minimum. You all can control your destiny, so why are you not acting upon such things? You live your lives like they are your given right, like you were supposed to be on this world and no one can take that from you due to the fact that you exist. You are wrong. Your lives can be taken from you just as quickly as they were given. Do you know why? Because humans, meatbags, and pathetic beings are all the same things, they are mortal and fail to acknowledge what is truly in this realm. You people think God gave you this life? You think Satan gave you it? No, you pathetic fools. There are only a few that were given direct life from the deities and most of you are not them. The fact that you are mortal, means that anyone can take your life and should never feel bad about doing so. This has been going on forever, and it will always go on as long as humans are around. So why are you bitching about all the killings in the wars, the death penalty, and the other random "murders" that happen from day to day? Because you are too blinded by society and it's views on life to realize that we are all just animals. We are nothing more and never will be anything more. Face it, you are all doomed. Why fight for precious time when it means nothing? Give in, open your eyes and believe that you are here, because you are here. No other reason. Brother J
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Poetry pt. 6 DATE: Apr 21, 2007, 08:44 PM / MOOD: accomplished
Pain The feelings of disgrace Cause my heart to race As I look you in the face My anger begins to rise,quickly in it's pace The hurt I have felt The torment of which I have dealt Has caused my soul to melt It slides away from this lifeless pelt It hurts inside I feel as if I should hide However, I still keep my stride For I will atleast end it with pride Happily Ever After Since we've met Everything sad I seem to forget You've erased so much despair And I now live without a care I used to run from my fears And now that I have you, there will be no tears Everytime we speak, everything falls into place And all the words flow from me with such grace So much alike And yet different enough to work The past has brought many to me who spite But for both of us there will be no more hurt... Never again... Fire... Burning through the night Letting off the faintest light Causing pain to those who near Instilling in us all, a hint of fear Born of this I rise again Seems as if it's my only friend So into this I wander through In hope of finding something new The Reaper Figure in black Scythe in hand Clothed in shadow Soul collector for man Causing death From darkness Stilling my last breath LEaving my eyes sparkless Hell in his eyes He is the grim reaper With his touch we all die... For he is the soul keeper
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Poetry pt. 5 DATE: Apr 21, 2007, 08:34 PM / MOOD: accomplished
Addictions Angry,enraged Missing,a torn page Life,death Smoking,ha,my meth Addiction, it's all Lined up,to fall These things,are me And with them,I'm free Drinking,snorting Last chance,I'm resorting To my last, line of hope A strong,tightened rope Nothing more,nothing less Been ignored,been blessed I've had nothing,and had it all This life,was set up to fall Fuck This Shit Fuck these feelings Weakness and doubt I need to be healing I need to let them out It's killing me inside Falling into sorrow These things I still hide Will leave me dead tomorrow So with one final day My life slowing down I am passing away And slipping to the ground But fuck it all, it was worth the pain Worth the tears, worth the time Forsaken I know, my tears fall like rain Over and over I would commit this murder, this crime For saving her life, was the one thing that keeps me here now. The only feelings that keep me sane. The feeling of being needed,wanted, and loved... I Bleed Running the blade across my chest Cutting and ripping Carving and skinning I bleed... The knife jabs into my back Piercing and stabbing Digging and twisting I bleed... It would have been much more welcome.. If only it dug into my eyes And cut them out I bleed... Moral is...It would have been much easier for me to deal if you had cut out my eyes instead of stabbing me in the back..Atleast then I could have seen what was coming... The Awakening I feel it growing And everyone is knowing We feel a presence And familiar is it's essence The good, the bad We will deal with whatever is to be had You cannot help but feel unnerved So I search for the secrets to unearth Our powers begin to progress Embrace them, for you are blessed To deny the darkness is to deny your fate We will change this world full of hate
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Poetry. pt. 4 (Song, Abaddon) DATE: Apr 21, 2007, 08:15 PM / MOOD: accomplished
Abaddon In the darkness, the truth is brought to our attention, we need to take back this world with any means be it death and destruction. Abbadon will rise and bring fourth his followers, and we will rule, in the name of our lord...HAIL SATAN the great detroyer the bringer of locust the king of the abyss we wait the damned day when we must attack our rivals and be smart to not miss somebody wake me from this dream and show me the true way, the true scheme Chorus I for as we lie and await the day of judgement we will not be the ones to die we have the power, we have the force and we will use every last resource our will is strong and we hold to our bond, no matter how long the fire will sprout from the ground the flames will engulf the catholics we will bring down our fist with the speed of hellhounds! and rid this world of the truly wicked! they will all bow, while we slaughter other christians for we are a found youth, we have been found and chosen for this mission! the false righteous, the sinners and the wicked they are all in fear of our power, but they wont admit it Chorus II the day is now, the time has come and we will rise from under their oppresive thumb for we are the true rulers, after years of hate we know what to do, and we gladly meet that fate lord satan has asked us to aid him in his goal so we join the cause, and raise the number of this covenant and soon we will disband this facist government!
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Poetry pt. 3 DATE: Apr 21, 2007, 08:14 PM / MOOD: accomplished
Carpe Diem take what is ours during the daylight hours when the night comes our reign will have already begun the battle rages through the ages this time it is the four lord's turn to watch the earth as it burns blood smeared have no fear runes of ancient will reward our patience and we will take what is ours during the daylight hours... Persona Non Grata forced down upon me not given time to breathe you are here for one reason to cause pain through the seasons you are a lie you've caused millions to die and yet you don't care how can you stand it? so much to bare upon a cross you left your son when he was the only one to beleive your lies and mask you with this disguise the world hates those of us who know the truth that you are about to hang from your noose which you should've done when your followers first began to come... God, the unwelcome person... Night Of Succubi extreme unclean your came in a dream begun to succump the succubus comes awake at night i start with a fright as i bask in it's darklight pleasure pain beyond measure, insane Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust Intro- Abandoned abused despondent used destroy my soul rip out my heart break into the tomb of old give this magick a kickstart Verse I the beauty the unbeleivable wonder the gorgeous sight the sound of thunder the storm rolls in the clouds thicken and grow the rain poors down and suddenly, everyone knows... Chorus I the pain the pleasure the abilities in my brain are beyond measure to pay the cost to decay and rot it is worth the loss if i am ever caught Verse II the hail falls like a bomb heavy, hard, destruction its only purpose it causes chaos and everyone gets nervous a figure stands still in the middle of the road arms raised high and fully robed Chorus II murder mayhem a somber daemon the crypt the honor ive slipped before my father Verse III he beckons the storm forth to bring all its might to do his bidding oh..the gorgeous sight...... Outro i have broken down ive summoned a beast as my blood hits the ground the spirits will feast my corpse is done ive been dealt out my lashes the whips, the agony, its such fun dust to dust, ashes to ashes
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Poetry pt. 2 DATE: Apr 21, 2007, 08:12 PM / MOOD: accomplished
Alone To walk the world alone no place for me to call home the thirst for blood awakens me and i rush to find the prey i seek i need to feast i need to eat to sustain myself through this eternal hell the light, oh how i wish to see it, how i yearn but with one quick touch, my flesh it begins to burn for i am damned to stay in the darkness the thing that provides power, which i harness the centuries are a blur i have loved, and lost her we could not be together because i, will live forever the lonely road i chose is one i wish not even my enemies to know for this is no life to live in as i walk through the streets of oblivion... Demonic Respect Death,destruction what is in my path will be razed to the ground pain, suffering the victims cry out as i release the hounds decay,corruption i smell it as i pry open the tomb a cryptic coffin i ripped it right from the woom open the box,let it out i relish in the sight of this power unlock, the hidden i summon it forth in the midnight hour noble, honorable the demon shall arise somber,calm it sees the fire in my eyes it obeys,it listens it follows my every command not from fear, not from force but from respect from its fellow demon at hand Wounds a bone heals a bruise fades but this scar lasts till my dying days a follower kneels a knight crusades but a lord rules over all his way the weak plead the poor beg but soon now the towers will sway the high will fall the wealthy will call noone will answer and they take the poor's place the christians pray every day they get nothing but a feeling of emptiness the satanic act we step out of the shadows we claim what is ours and hang the weak from the gallows the call has been made so grab your arms raise your fists sound the alarm we fight tonight for what is right the damage is done so be relentless now.. remember.. a bone heals a bruises fades but this scar lasts till our dying days... Nosce Te Ipsum (Know Yourself) know your truths know your weaknesses know your strengths for without this knowledge you could be hanging on with the shortest length the strain the torment long gone despondent you could be setting yourself up,not to float,but to sink cryptic knowledge known by few morbid,bloodshed its in plain view know yourself, and do not forget butchery brutalized you let it go hallowed eyes coffin in a tomb dust settles down a sad, rushed, doom you forgot your self honor death pleasure the cost you abused it all, look what you've los
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Poetry DATE: Apr 4, 2007, 07:16 PM / MOOD: accomplished
Untitled Am I this person you think I am Do I hide myself from you? What do you know about me I am,in my mind, truely damned I do not think I can start anew But you, you are begining to help me see I feel your pain,night and day my moods have changed to reflect I love you,I want these thoughts I wouldn't have it any other way It is something I have become to expect I love every minute,the happiness, and the times we've fought Things will get better, they always do I just want you to know.. That I love you... Home Ever feel the need to just snap? Ever want to let your emotions go? Does it really matter that I deal with this crap? I am wise, I am mature beyond my years, I should know. Still I am plagued with the thoughts of a teen rebillion. Still I am filled with the anger of others. Am I meant to be nothing more than another Hellion? Do I only show fondness to my close friends and lovers? Why do I allow myself to feel like this? Why does the immature bother me so much? I couldn't really careless,this means less than two squirts of piss. But with everytime I come across someone, everytime I touch I feel a hatred growing as soon as my sights are set They do not know what is coming, they do not know this fire that burns If they did they would make sure we had never met But still this fire takes control of me and makes me yearn I want to kill, I want to make them pay for things that do not involve them I want to cause as much sadness as I feel when I am alone I want them to bow to me, and obey with my every wim I want to leave this place, and find the right place that I can finally call home... A place where it is me, and only me A place where I can hide these feelings for eternity.. HOPE Late at night I sit alone The music plays, a somber tone My body is scarred beyond repair But you gave me a reason not to care I was treated with hate, treated like dirt You've caused this pain, caused this hurt I feel something inside me dwell These feelings of worthlessness, it is my hell It's torture beyond measure This darkness, it brings no pleasure The hole you left is a bottomless pit Made by you, with everytime I was hit I was left broken, beaten, mentally abused The tears ive shed double the blood, I was left confused I didnt know it would hurt this bad To be left this way, looking,feeling, so sad... But a new light has shown One brighter than ive ever known They are rebuilding my faith And have brought happiness through the days At the mere thought, I smile without control And they have slowly begun, to fill this hole... My Wish I wish I could spend every moment with you every kiss, every thought, every breath you breathe I wish I was there to hold you tight and protect you from this world no pain,no sadness, no troubles to bother you in all your beauty I wish this time spent apart could be doubled in time together it hurts to know I am so far away, I just want to be there, with you, and cherish every moment we have... This is...My Wish.... My Hell Trapped in a hole So dark and cold My screams are echoed back to my ears And the sorrow I feel is beyond my years I am stuck,unable to move, unable to breathe! My vision grows weak, why? what is this? Why can't I see! What have you done? why am I here? This hole has become the haven for all my fears! They come to me stronger than ever They know my body will rot here forever My stomache growing hungry, my body feeling numb I scatter the dirt on the floor,for a small piece, just a crumb A mouse flickers by, I hear it squeak Finally,something warm,something alive, something I can eat... I run my fingers through the dirt and grime,feeling for this tastey flesh I pick it up and squeeze it,breaking its neck, and I bite into it's flesh The blood runs down my mouth, I rejoice in my happiness The meal is done..what did I do? why have I become such a mess! I would have rather died alone and starving Then to have resorted to such desperate means So I sit their scratching my flesh,punishing,carving I begin to hear noises. something is coming. more living beings I stand and scream at the top of my lungs They are getting closer I hear them! where are they? I feel the first bite..around my ankles...the rats come pouring in with the smell of blood My body their feast, me helpless and outnumbered... I crumble with the pain,they crawl up my sides They chew on my ears...my tongue...my blood squirts freely.. My fingers chewed to the bone....my flesh being ripped from me They move up my body,still breathing,still screaming, and they bite into my eyes... This hole, this hell,if I could have only saved myself.. If only I had done something, If I had left it alone... What is this? I am not dead? Could it be? Was it all in my head? No, I look around and find the hole to be my home once more But how did I see these things? So real...so painful... I hear it again...the little mouse...I bite into it again The sounds start coming louder and louder... This is my eternity...this is what I have been condemned to.. This is...My Hell Memories Cleaning the house I find Things that bring past memories to my mind Painful,pleasureful, the happy and the sad A time in life, I thought I was mad Now that I see what I have become Now that I see that I am a chosen one It all looks so minute,so minor However, I cannot deny what I have had,oh the pleasure These experiences have made me stronger I bear no grudges,no hatred any longer They made me who I am,the person you see before you And they gave me a reason to start over new I am who I am due to these memories Without them, I wouldn't be who you see today... There will be more to come soon...
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