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Mortal birth
his parents weren’t whispering around the womb
when his father said he wanted an abortion
and he was too small to kick when his mommy laid in
with fist and lots of despised whim
hooked to the monitor they finally saw the babys’ turbulence
for every time they argued the heart monitor began to jump and scramble
and as the fetus grew it backed up that man
because of the negativity and additude she ran
during the months of time, the sand in the hour glass also overran
the doctor called for a c-section
one huge slit and the operation had began
out came the baby into the father’s hands
ohh the pride....he could keep inside
and after the fighting the last name gave him the family line
cigars for everyone, the grand father sighed
The snowy river mountain top reclued
i leave the tribe
so much to find peace of mind
i went out to the mountain top reclued to find peace of mind
i kept pacing there
gathering the dirt
until mindless
i stepped out
i felt like hell
and walked down the hill
there I saw a waterfall
the water looked so pure
and I felt like hell
i was feverishly sweating
and putrid of smell
my mind got distorted
just by sound
it kept screaming
and then I fell
I had bent over and went into convulsions
falling into the water
the water was too cold
and dragged me down the river
my energy froze
gasping for air as it pulled me down
in the malaria, it was my last joke
life was my hell, I let it go
A trip to the infirmary part 2
a man will die
brain damage
before lung cancer
the coroner pulls out the little table
and preforms an autopsy
with a bone saw
he chisels a way to the brain
the priest comes in
to resurrect the man
he sees’ the virus and start to chew it out
with his teeth he but into the brain
heading only for the virus
as he eats it out
causing a little brain damage
but the virus is gone
he places the skull cap back on
and sews up the skin
he places his hands under the man’s head
and the resurrection begins
with his hands he lifts the man
back to life again
Eternal brethren of unity and acceptance
feelings rising from the grave
all of them .... without their heads
hatred and the headless grow spines
with wicked eyes
ice and myths of a wraith
that has a touch of ‘your soul it will take’
for the gods he will face
strings of arguements from angels
re-written and handed back with time
on a scroll, parchament 9
icy fingers that have been given no bone
the angels return with tales of the feet
the tied heads of pergutory’s race
and the dead who saw angels flee
in confidence the wraith speaks in a gnashing of teeth
follow me!
There’s no need to answer
for the ice is felt and the heart it keeps
skeletons had fallen at a collage of fates
from ramblings over top of their lives in this state
Wraiths’ ambitions where in growing brains
and with an air guitar and knowledge of what sounds they create
rose the fires on those they hate
with the crested birthright of america the free
the wraiths stood as the bravest still with defeats
for the angels who came to them and told them of what they would see
wolves to the sheep
instead of the doctoring law of nursing wounds after the inflicktion of being brought back
between hatreds he would pause and answer up to the angels’ predictions
reminising about life
and crying out the fires in their eyes
for his lost one, under a suicyco death pact
god sent angels to distract him and in mutany they gave in
but love would never end from his side
because of a pact he made in his life
but he lost his lover and best friend to anarchy molesting him
in his mind one time when he did something horrible an outragous crime
one thousand days later he did find a bride
and always remorse fills his eyes he is pride
as the legions wraiths take only what shines
like children who know the face of god
and what they should not do
according to the rules they adopt
to follow through with and to take up
at the younger their age the ‘lost’ mishap of biting down
and falling short and assunder
but then again children may not!
The first scroll entitled E.B.U.A.
The eternal brethren of unity and acceptence
was to be poised on the day of the bomb
asking you to choose a side in these end times
do you die for wars for religious laws?
Or support each other and die one and for all?
Because the scroll reads on
about the united brethren and about the wars
they’re out
asking for wings harley and guitar
the brethren ride out
Scathing zombies - ravages of the land
scathing zombies
ravages of the land
once pearl chancellors
of the kings men
leads the robed prima donna
to his royal keeps garrison hold
as with the dead
so be it with men
if it stirs fear
the apocolisp is near
then how be it an adept cavaler
king and horse
be turned undead
to forever and alone
howl in lack of spirit
as did the beggars
while he was on his throne
and the loneliness ohh so sever
those last moments of life drawing near
feeling his skin scathe
and turn brown and be rotten away
by a bowl of maggots
the now dead garrison aid had eating his brains
now, ...that doom had set in
the lord saith to his steed an oath ....
That no one that enters his treasury
will leave who see his new might and throne
being the detriment to his honor
being that he is now just bone
to beguile magic users
in the lightening fires of battle
hack clerics are sure to hide in their elemental fires
but royalty has a high level of cunning to beguile them with deception
his plans are now to beguile, deprive his people, the commoners and heirs to the throne
of all the jewels and gold
magical items and scrolls
now to have the time to place curses on his horde of treasure
all in all
one human convert, the apocolisp caused
will subdue all but gawds and adventurers of hack classes
and they too may be bested in this apocalypse
it is said this dungeon will never be fully transversed
upon dealing with clerics
his begoria can be heard
in the form of a minor swear word
the end
Off to a feast
the humility in agony
the dance of the cursed and dead
the lowest of stamina
to the pace of no music
just in the head
and every style of the pit
eat no brains!
die in the pit
the zombie lord said
with a tongue like a whip
a slave to the undead
with hunger and the vile bringing of dead
a nuclear apocalyps
the zombie lord swears the end
walking through the cemitary
calling back women, man and child
back to fight against god
at first they’re left to roam as they want
thinking god has forsaken them all
with vile taste in their mouths
they go for the fresh taste of those that are alive
that are mocking thee
the origins of the lust
the ability to recall their victims life in memories
which are their only grip on life and the cause
but gods curse
looks like murder for theft
for rebellion
for the rightgeous to be molested
and the teeth gnashing makes them mad
in the zombie lord revenge they have
but i leave the pack
apparently... i am the only
only one who would do that
and i go on bitting down
on a piece of leather
refusing to eat the fresh meat
out of fear of god and us to be defeat
I’m growing weak
but my strength is growin guadge
zombies thrive the farther they are from the alive
only on maggots do i feast!
The good-bye
she said,
I’ve been here and known
and felt and walked with you
but still,
must tell....that I knew your tome
and there’s nothing I could do
i still have to say good-bye
to you, good bye
A memory of, and my wife
i had a memory of
the day I was ressurrected
and i saw the others
the cute look of the face of a mother
as she was pushing two babies in a stroller
the look in her face was that of a happy mother
then when she saw me she had the look of awe
and a cute pout
i found my wife and babies
sad, because they look this way
and all the rest are growing mad
in this feel of anthrax
where they were ressurected by the zombie lord for fear factor
at ranges of ‘festering souls’ to ‘the wretched’
and then on to the skeleton
at orders of a horror shade
1st luietenant of his brigade
and i feed my little babys mag pies
because my whole family of zombies
wished they were the skeleton crews
but with what i knew
the maggots wouldn’t eat my brains too
i became a wraith
and my family gave into the hunger and rage
and too the zombie lords rule
Going somewhere
it’s a custom job ahhy
hey,
harley davidson and the american way
noxious gasses forced out of a winding tail pipe
I’ll let it out on the years of hard strife walking
burning down the highway in a ball of fire
a burning skeleton in fringy black leather
burning in range from red to white hot light like thunder
flying with the angels given wings
off the ground
with the wings on his chopper
it’s my cil’s wheels
I’m going somewhere
hey,
to get crimson blood with parchament 9
the 2nd with all the brethren signed
by joining gods’ army
and finally going back to earth
to have a family and sit by the hearth
ride my bike traveling the earth
playing gigs spreading gods’ word
and forget the old curse
Going somewhere
it’s a custom job ahhy
hey,
harley davidson and the american way
noxious gasses forced out of a winding tail pipe
I’ll let it out on the years of hard strife walking
burning down the highway in a ball of fire
a burning skeleton in fringy black leather
burning in range from red to white hot light like thunder
flying with the angels given wings
off the ground
with the wings on his chopper
it’s my cil’s wheels
I’m going somewhere
hey,
to get crimson blood with parchament 9
the 2nd with all the brethren signed
by joining gods’ army
and finally going back to earth
to have a family and sit by the hearth
ride my bike traveling the earth
playing gigs spreading gods’ word
and forget the old curse
Fleshy corpse
if you knew
if you knew the answers
you’d just feel
as though
your gonna be debre
you a fleshy corpse
you find life this way
you feel to think
when people scream
but when you there dude
you’re a fleshy corpse
fleshy corpse
fleshy corpse
the prison through you head
fleshy corpse
fleshy corpse
put the food on the table
but still miss it
if you knew the answers
you’d be as debre
with need
Columbarium (ashes of the dead)
racheal enters the columbarium
to preform the final ressurection
when her family comes back to live
holding red flowers in the tomb
she puts the flowers’ petals into the niches
where the childrens’ ashes are kept
and begins to sing
"if only our lives where never separated"
"and could get back those years"
"if only we still had the peace for life to go on the way it did"
"now headed for divorce and as she has aged she felt healed by time"
"if only I would have taken advantage of my husbands brite kindness"
"he who I pained all those years"
and tears from the rain outside start dripping down from the ceiling and into the niches in the wall
and then their was an eye
and then the niche overflowed
and quickly....bodies of water stood in the room
and within a moment the organs of the children appeared
and then skin....fresh skin appeared
and all the memories of the family
came back and they left the tomb
with a computer disk of memories
on micro cassettes and computer disks
their father felt dear as he tapped them for all those lost years
"as she died when her children where 18 months and 3 years old"
"and as they were 5 ½ years alone missing her"
she forever tears up reviewing the tapes
her husband jeremy still says the relationship ends here
can we be friends, because you’ll always be my dear!!!
Necrofiliac longing
I looked at the sky and said i would wait for her
but she left me in such a stare
every moment she knew it would change
but she left me anyway
and after that picture of life has gone
god’s wraith helper turns and takes another
when just the pychotic ramblings of his wife take they’re root
but she is to blame for me being so far away
and i wait for a call and hate all the more that she still can take me away
I have found a love for another
with pain from it being dead only now does it make sense
somehow necrofilia is still the love i have for you
because mr and ms. Are dead
so he goes and pleadges an end to temper the blade
and for his new flame he builds steam
and no one is picking on her today
so the demons must be taught to help out mankind
so he hones in his blade
and thinks about the demons until they draw near his place
and as a dashing shout, says demons get out
calling for back up from his demon voice
let not you need travel to trample on
but being responsible you were not
and the demon’s mouth drew open and his ugly teeth showed
and he said "it’s a desert out there".
And said no
and the zombie said have you no sacred stone?
And the man replied
I will not leave your side
and they said we’ll say i
Don’t fear medusa #2
with all the races under the legion of satan’s hand
wreaking havoc and tormain
to suffer is holy and begets treasure in heaven
with screams overflowing the levy
and to torment on to is to gift and empower the satan who is temporarily freed
the horror shade made all the dead without their heads
so they may prowl and not so quickly tear down the town
with so many beasts victory in killing is satan’s enraged defeat
nothing thrills him better than the streets of New York
where he sends the puesdo likeness of himself
god’s answer for what the bibles reflexion of satan’s ways have taken
as it happened god felt sorry for satan and went to visit him in hell
god pleded for his highest angel to come back and lead the pack of angels back
but no matter what he did god knew
how this would end
trying to alter destiny
just sent rages thru god’s head
and satan wouldn’t just say well you weren’t here
the devil knew of god’s dreams
where jesus’ once friend satan
only mocked him and his angels
with a symbol of stone statues and people etched in stone
satan god realized just turns his heart hard
symbols of snakes, as the devil’s sub conceince is to deceive
another of god’s fears was that of a lizards thick skin
from god’s fear for his son
when he was in the desert
and satan not feeling remorse just pity
and lastly god’s fear for his children
being stalked by a wolf in sheeps clothing
as satan was a most buetifal angel
now satan sent his pusedo vixen as a death shriek
in the hearts and minds medusa a type of gorgon
would fill the streets with frozen stone statues of the people who she meets
they still feel and still sense
but at a much greater level
as being dry eroded and rained upon broken and trapped
in their feeling of fear
only those that hunt the apocolisp down
get stuck with a smile and the feeling of petrification
from foot to hair usually sends them dispare
they at least frown because they threw no blow and it all ends here
zombie all without they’re heads pace around the statues
remember the key word fear
a preist’s eyes shudder while he darts down the road
people running in every direction trampling each other
while statues abound in swipes at angles that say
they were the first to see her
and within feet the herd turned
and only those who were looking back were now frozen here
a camera man for the news paper
snapped off a shot his eye was not naked
he was looking thru the lens
but then he took a second glance
in horror he tripped and dropped his camera
by the time he hit the ground he been shattered
the priest was shuddering to think
what should he do
he saw the pattern of the people
and witnessed the camera man from beginning to end
so he grabbed the camera and headed for the news paper herald
looking thru the slot
when he came upon medusa with her hair of poisoning snakes
when she saw him she screamed
in rally that she is to be feared
he turned to run and tripped on a purse revealing a compact mirror
and as he ran past her he looked in the mirror
the next day the paper ran the picture of her
and told the citizens to wear protection eye gear or use a mirror
Worshipers of medusa
in this day of the apoco-lisp satan’t word of jubulation ‘messenger’s of fear’
medusa needs shelter and from sifting thru the paper
for the grim tale of mankind’s fears
whispering the news to the statues
to add to their dispair
she decides on where to take shelter
she walks talking freely around the people that block her path
making speed toward the nearest prison
to find worshipers of fear
she knows already that an evil soul will not turn to stone
but who would win in a fight
her charm adds to her might
they will become slaves of satan’s fight
the police and didn’t put up much of a fight
those who wore glasses got off a few shot for trife
but turned to soon because medusa hunted them down
pulling they’re glasses off
while scorning the worlds fate
the prisoners were in their cells when they turned to the blackest granite
and religous men into sand stone
she told those who are evil in their ways
to help her man the guard towers
and also to man the gates
by night medusa had taken over
she felt such pride in being satan’s vixen
the looks of fear on their faces
along with news of this days coming
those who fought back where clawed and bitten
by all the snakes that she summoned with her magical might
what a pity she counted how many turned to stone abruptly from turning back to god
and it saddened her to know that they repented
before bed she called everyone to a announcment and told them to submit
kain hunchman had it the worst
long ago he murdered a man
since he had become a born again christian
he had accomplished a very holy life
looking out of the cell with a mirror
and listening to the strange women’s voice
talking wicked as she walked past the cells up ahead
sweating and worried for all the people who turned
but was thinking of the childeren who were growing up in these last days
fear took him when the snakes slithered in to the corner of the cell
and aluring sight in the mirror
quickly he took a cup of water and blessed it
then he poured it into his eyes as he had heard
that the news paper had said
protect my eyes he said in god’s name amen
the snakes grew closer as medusa rounded the corner
and as she knew his soul had been prepared
without fear he climbed upon the bed
and started chanting verses off the top of his head
also telling of god’s wrath coming for her
he threw the glass of water at her when she neared
but the asp that had climbed on the bed
struck out in rage and all the snakes coiled
and in moment he lye dying
but with a sigh of relief he knew god accepted him back
for his eyes dried and he felt the stone curse run up his body
every time her worshipers gave her an ear
she would walk up to the statues
and like an empath
would tell the stories of what the statue was thinking
deep within it’s thoughts
and then she would talk of the magical properties of each type of stone
and her worshipers quickly took a liking to he
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