All I've heard was the sound of death that grinned...
All I've seen was the horde of mass-dead bodies...
All I've felt was the veil upon my eyes.

Take deep look at your own self.
Tell me what has failed.
Despair keeps, where they highly dwell
And weave their command bales, gored and measured...

All I hear...
Bullets through nations,
a great day's sensation.
Orders to die where licked with man-cries.

Bathed in sweat and misery,
A War where others knelt to see
The children disembowled... The fathers cowled, cowered.

All I can hear...
Is the death upon us,
without the will to pass the grip.

Poison we breathed was the blood that we feared.
Jealous and naked for wrath bounding, seared.
Serpent tongues seeking a laugh where it burns.
We are the sake that there nothing returns !!!
Bitch !!!

These notes written throughout the fuckin' divison crowds
Were read to dead and buried whilst golden stars stood proud.
Murderthroats with guns as if were god's great bid...
That lesson never passed lest we forget the morbid.

Drown in cellar where their piss...
Will you listen to that hiss ?!
For once it falls to pity, that sounds like death to me...
Will you let thought slaughter ?!!
Submit to cacaphony laughter ?!!!
Remember... Never conquer what you haven't built.
And all I've heard... Somewhere.

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Clubs:

In fact I do not know how to get an icon in here,
so I'll put just a link to the club I am attemting to.



- Dark Artists Inc. - [link] -


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[Part I. - The Void Of A Genesis]

In the begining the earth wast without form.
But for the cause of great rebirth
it crept unto the storms.
As far as could be seen it spouted mordant dust,
the mouth of madness scenes,
the orders for disgust.
And when these currents shaded, professed the burlesque,
our fleur-du-man wast bated
by a supremacy of heavenesque.

Therein the prey has marveled
at the glory stolen from him.
Whose asylum wast plundered
with arabesque death's win.

An abysswomb prised wide, lipped, with a precious stone.
And the vein of god's wast sipped
to the marrow of his bones.
Though the chimerical tones, tipped, presented golden faunas,
these monuments would fall whipped
though for a better sceptered throne.



[Part II. - The Thirsty Damnation]

In the begining the paradise wast not shaped.
But for amour of thousand mires
it wast not hard to rape.
As far as it seemed the growth wast taken up.
Never to be spleened.
A serpent dubbed.
And when these tides have burnt in their own task...
currents have returned
with a superior heavenesque.

There the heaven wast a tragedy
seeking no pardon for him.
Whose place wast set for parodies
and scoff of sins.

But thus these few bizzare melodies
of conquest and related screams
put the children of the night to sleep
whilst the suns of earth were eclipsed.
Nails for the coffin of the fantasies
were not only demanded in his dreams
as heavenesque gave command to creep.
In lieu of the milk and honey promised.
( The blood and flesh god proudly kissed... )

The doctrines of a nightmare
for him who wast dethroned.
And whose earth is so tarred
rhythmed and cruely toned.
With laments.
Grim torments.
And portents.

Lo, these notes whetted a wonder
at the heaven abound in all.
Jealous man therein has hungered.
( At last...) He thirsted for control.
And swords that were meant to fall
began to witherly roll.



[Part III. - The Conquest At Heaven's Ivory Gates]

An abysswomb prised wide, lipped, with a precious stone.
And the vein of god's wast sipped
to the marrow of his bones.
Though the chimerical tones, tipped, presented golden faunas,
these monuments would fall whipped
though for a better sceptered throne.

And thus these horror melodies
gathered unto the burning sea
and ravened heaven with blasphemy.
The pride of sacred lies in vastest eclipse.
Nails for the coffin of the fantasies
were not only demanded for this fee
as heavenesque wast the primeval travesty.
And the scythe of hatred, at last, rips.
( With the bloody tips made for hungry lips...)

These murders whetted a thunder
at the enslaved loss.
Jealous god therein has hungered.
But as he sought control...
those swords that were meant to fall
began to witherly roll.

Therein the heavenesque has wondered
at the man's glorious win.
Whose scepterd throne ran with red blood within.

In the begining the god wast so absurd as worm.
But for the cause of son's rot
an earth wast bound to adore.
As far as could be seen we threw away this farce,
the lewdness and the spleens,
the far immortal carcass.
And when the heaven faded in fogs that we brought.
His teeth have loudly grated...
but we listened not.
For he wast the enemy we desecrated.
Desecrated...

After yesterday unbelieveable feelings I am like newborn today.
Just fuckin' glad that it went away and that the end of school year finally comes.

Oh common' !

There are sometimes the mornings when you get up and see that's everything just great, without a problem... I had that one. I woke up with my girlfriend and thereafter some problems with the bus she had to take home, I sat home alone again... Without the passion of her lips.

For about one hour sitting stareless, after a dozen of cigarettes I almost had to bite my leg to make myself some coffee at last. Throughout the daylight's passing and night's advent in the smoke in my room I got probably the most strange mood of my life. With the flashback of mum's words that her friend burned to death yesterday... a feeling came.

A feeling that doesn't quite come along with everything around. It just doesn't make sense. It's macabre, it's love, also fear, pain and death inside...
An anaesthetic day that everybody has to experience one day to fully understand and answer his own questions.

And now ? I'm going to have a cigarette outside. Follow the night's wind and harken to what anybody else can not hear... To the memories of necessary past.