Ataael
By the almighty will of the Creator,
all celestial powers and all the powers
endowed into the me,
I summon thee, the Ataael,
the last unspoiled and the only one of the primordial nris,
unseduced by the power of reign and logic of mind,
the greatest warrior by courage,
the general of celestial armies,
the true owner of the Burning sword,
the gift of the God,
his prince and the first in a line,
the being of unfathomable sacrifice,
the savior and the biggest of us all,
the ancient one who shielded the genesis
with the flux of his own immortal body,
the one who combated Aleph the First Born,
the one who will combat Aleph embodied,
Dajjal and his armies of rakshasa,
I summon thee to rise beside me
from the ambys of the outer worlds.
You shall be created through the powers of my flaming heart,
created into the flesh within the virgin conception
and brought to this world in a full glory by a holy mother.
Rise to me, Ataael,
Rise to the gates of this world to become,
I summon thee, the Michael,
to ignite as a sun the burning sword of all humankind.
White magic of druids: Arcatu!
( on Yule, The Longest Night)
There comes the Arcatu on the first of a snow,
the Orb of Night meets the Immortal Fowl.
As the Hiemal Cold enters, walked in by December,
Sacred spirit animals of the snow shrine
make place for the words to come in life.
In the wind brittle as a sharp knife
those seven spirits continuously chime:
hear-hear, hear-hear.
In this night, deemed the darkest,
deemed the coldest, the longest,
I see what I have been given,
I know what has been shown,
at the dawn of this day
the Tree ascends up ahead of our way,
and the Lord Amedhya rises and becomes today,
the made being to live for me,
to sail the traversing sea.
I accept it, endlessly grateful
to carry it with me into the forever.
Two waters I give to the Moon
in imaginary palace,
a mausoleum mansion to endlessly wonder
for their fruits are
the Decadence and Deception.
I give them
to walk under a Orb of Night one day a month
one as a shadow, a black and deaf rat,
another as a ghost, a color changing cat,
hand in hand together to stare
at gracious silver floating silent
across the sky, and fascinated to long
but never to know each other.
Third water I give to an Immortal Fowl,
a warlike type of a thing, into
the modest stone nobody notices
entwined with the bounded companion
because Their fruit is a Malice.
I give to them
to rise at this day only once a year
into a chamber of mirrors to be reminded
and to greet to a given one who caters on
infinite dejection as their only friend.
Fourth, of the earth standing static and cold,
I fulfill their burning wish
reason which are untold
to inbound within a part of a living god,
because what is a human but not as a part
and I split their mind, to be truly apart,
because their fruit is a Prestige.
I give them to obey and serve but
never shall rise, never shall descend,
forever to hold that cup and pray.
For all their favors I order their gift of life
into the Arcatu to pour, to dwell, to twirl,
never to explain, stop or rest,
never to regret, respire or resent,
spending force unwise in a struggle and deceit
with blind eyes closed in a nightmarish fever,
to howl what Arcatu speaks, written weaver,
and quickly come to terms on their own.
Of indefinite importance is that magnificence,
inside of the Time be as a pounding life,
a never ignited flame, a desire,
they conspire to that pyre,
assumed by a holy fire.
So it shall be. I banish these parts from me
and make place for future of things to shine
into an existence of the created being.
Poem is descriptive to what it is about. In Sanskrit 'arcatu' means 'Praise!', and what is the best time to praise the light than the longest night.
Sva amedhya
treeni vart mar haima-wallahs
mar wallahs vart mall no cet
bhuj Sva sita devaduta ana Sva amcam la murAlal
ina su bhakta bhuj asm
bhuj Sva asm
mukt Sva ayuh mar ayuh ul Sva ag
ma utal ul Sva ag
nuru sarva
ghud su asar ul murAsat
da nu su bhaj Sva asm
yat murJana ir su avatum la zil
nuru sarva mudutu mar zakti su da
nuru nu mar no cet sarvak
nuru ina mar adi su ul
mukt Sva ayuh mar ayuh ul Sva ag
ma utal ul Sva ag
treeni jala merk vatak kilak bhuj amodha ki la kendra
nllavarna na elenu
sina amodha jagat merk kilak haima da la kendra
ciketi mar samarth
zuditama jala elenu Sva zakti da la kendra
amodha ki la kendra Sva mudutu da
anubhu mar bhaj
manava sva kavaca la treeni jala vart ina ana
merk kavaca ina gugul
vatak mar kilak kavaca ina sin
amodha ki la kendra da kanaka nllavarna na
seher la Sva ulla qabu aswatha
sarga arpa nuru sarva murJana
terk ag ruh ina kendra ina sarga arpa
nuru sarva sunu da Sva asm
bhuj Sva asm
nuru sarva da Sva asm
nuru sarva ina serga arpa da Sva amedhya
da Sva ayuh
mukt Sva ayuh mar ayuh ul Sva ag
ma utal ul Sva ag
seher la Sva ulla qabu aswatha
sarga arpa nuru sarva murJana
terk ag ruh ina kendra ina sarga arpa
nuru sarva sunu da Sva asm
bhuj Sva asm
nuru sarva da Sva asm
nuru sarva ina sarga arpa da Sva amedhya
da Sva ayuh
mukt Sva ayuh mar ayuh ul Sva ag
ma utal ul Sva ag
Took me days to complete. Finished the whole thing yesterday. It's not imaginary language, but simplified Sanskrit/Sumerian. It contains some grammar, but dictionary making is my priority now.
Sva amedhya means in direct translation Lord (The) Unholy and definition would be Lord of unsubmitable sacrifice or patron against submitting a person to an evil entity.
Sva/Lord is always positive Force/Power, while mur/idol is always negative Entity/Demon.
The whole thing is a commandment against black magic. It has repetitions because it is a song.
The Biggest Power
Deity, deity on the sky, can you hear me,
can you speak for me, talk to the God!?
I am not a winged fairy, to fight demons
with might,
I can't speak tongues, I am just a guy.
But, God gave me the biggest power,
could you come and see what I do with it?
Yes, I can hear you, so does They,
I can see it, and the One who speaks through me.
I can fight off all the demons,
whoever, and the rest they don't even try.
For holding onto all Their glory I am not the thunder on Their sky,
I chose to be Their gardener and a scribe.
As the embodiment of their creation, I walk among the faithless,
and I do see Their masterpiece shrouded in darkness.
What is fit and right, I talk Their talk,
walk Their walk, do Their deeds and I never stop.
But I do not work in the word of The Judge,
I sit on Their throne to be a guardian,
not in vain to attribute the vanity and grudge,
not to be the wrongdoer, the cannibal one...
I hold the nothingness and wholeness in one hand,
in another all secrets of the Universe,
I speak the tongues, but I sit in silence,
for all you have done I give you my credence.
Yes, God gave you the biggest power,
but with the rest, what would you do?
Yes, the God gave all to you, beyond belief,
but the biggest faith, Their gave it to me.
Vision
The vision of The Judge here says.
I'm fighting one of my own,
my own blood, flesh and bone.
Within a picture above the mirror
in unison we hold our hands.
The color our our eyes similar glow,
the serpent green in the ring of hollow.
The color of our heads, similar it stands red,
ashore of the great water our worlds both similar stand.
She is of the old gods, the left hand path,
with the blue rose in her hair named Rosalin.
I am of the old gods, the right hand path,
with the empiric star endowed to me
as the carrier of our line.
In the mirror the picture of an old unknown town
once our people shared, held by her Father.
In the same visage a pink hair rug-doll
and the garden of the roses
entwined with her Mother.
On the midnight stroke under the Blood Moon
her enchanted shadow
will crawl out of the glowing mirror
to deliver the message in the teardrop spiral.
In the name of our Ancient Gods and our Founding Fathers
I invoke thee Rosalie to stand afore me.
Fight, or chose to flee for the love of all you hold dear.
Fight the carrier of the descent line, face the strongest heart
or flee and resign of your unjust reasons and blood-moon charms.
Let the judgment fall upon us and verdict rise from the ashes of our doom.
Sol Invictus - Glorious Sun
The biggest battle is not one of rage and desires,
war and destruction, or any ambiguous force,
but the one with the Conquest within our heart,
the ego, and vanity.
A battle that is bigger, longer
and more terrifying than any other.
If you can burn like a flaming heart
inside of the depths of the deepest darkness,
what's stopping you to shine
as the strongest in your full glory
on top of the glittering blue sky...
You can't be one or another, you can only be The One.
There is no power stronger than mercy,
and there is no skill such as the will to chose to become,
to be a pillar of something beautiful
and worthy of every sacrifice.
To be not a master,
but a guardian this garden truly deserves.
To transform all the misery
of the superficial reflections
into love and joy.
To sum the whole of immortality
into that one thing,
the fourth ghost,
and a future which it holds,
the truth and the place for everyone ...
yes, even for the Martians.
Glorious Sun Here I Come.
WMD - Embodiment
White Magic of Druids - Embodiment
Hey well met, I am the embodiment,
most of all I am a traveler.
Numerous bags I carry on me,
in an each of them is something to see.
Wishes I give, an aspiration I fulfill,
intentions, inclinations, yearning, and will.
My hand never extends a gift to receive
but I am given before thinking to leave.
My voice is a hollow burrow, a battle horn,
steps I take are the thunder, ablaze and a storm.
Just next to you even if I walk,
I will be hidden for the way I talk.
Only a few, some doves and deus,
will ask me my real dub to say,
but I didn't take my name,
didn't take it into the world today.
Forever obliged with the mace of a strife
I pair up as fast as a cut of the knife,
And before the story triggers a one nerve,
I will laid-back take a swift left curve.
Hey well met, I am the embodiment,
most of all I am a traveler.
Endless charms I transfer around,
and each of them is magically inbound.
My house is a bridle roof of the winds,
with the hailing I come in a flick of the wings.
Even your pet, cat or a dog
will recon my semblance in thick of the fog.
White is snow, white as a soul,
twirl, dance, and fly, frolic, and flow,
flurry in hurry ahead of the way,
to you a couple to follow
forever to stay.
Fallen blunt on the rives, sieves and the maul,
what has been said now, never to end its hold.
Inside the same as the outside, this whiteness is shed,
in the tunnel, theater, square and a street bed.
On the fine glitter and though the flattering drapes,
I seek my children's credence, seven spirits of shapes.
White is snow, white as a soul,
fallen on the willow, dragon and a craw.
Within the heart, within the mind, within the soul, and within the scroll,
flurry in hurry ahead of the way,
to you a couple to follow
forever to stay.
What has been said now, never to end its hold,
white is snow, white as a soul,
cold, white, silent and playful be it steadily aye to fall.
Cannibal God: Valentine
(Founding Fathers of the Imperial Future) - Poetry
Last year for the Valentine
I had a cannibal god lit up like a candle.
I have to say I was impressed
I had to admit there was so much to think.
He said
I don't want to lie
when I look into your eye,
you brutally remind me,
all this time, forever
you I've been waiting,
to claim me,
through the galaxy all alone,
nowhere have I saw
such a soulless soul,
all this time, forever
have I been this alone and
harvested over the universe,
nowhere have I met
such a dauntless darkness.
You put a G in my god,
you put an H in my homicide,
so you shall be mine
we are such a perfect pair.
Aw come on be
my blood ballad, be my murder squad,
black and red, such a dread,
we will rule together from above.
You, my goddess of corpses,
You'll be my gorgeous parodus.
You are that little thing that rhymes with
'my the most prized possession',
the missing link in human evolution,
you are my new year resolution,
my soul mate I've been searching
over the edge and beyond,
let's serve those worthless maggots
a lesson in venom to end their plot.
We will blow up the human nursery
with the bucket of the kerosene,
Fireworks for the Valentine
like it's the forth of July.
Do you want presents?
I will pour them on you in thousands.
I'll cut you a perfect ambiguous guy,
I carve him a divine golden smile,
make his body into an art and shed apart,
spout him like a love potion
over the white roses
and serve them to your notice
under the sheer moonlight.
I will give you a six cannon platinum cart,
never ever has anyone saw such a beast,
and more than something to smile about
when blasting planes like paper leafs.
My epiphany I'll give you anything
aw shit - even an alien mutt piked on a spit.
I thought to myself, well, what a hell,
there must me something more about him and me,
I may even take a part in this unholy thing.
Him I must have been waiting, all this time,
he is everything I ever wanted, all I wished,
he puts a C in my cut heads, easily,
a D in my death treats, so effortlessly,
he WAS really something ... special,
out of this world, well aw damn, he was,
but you see, truth be told my heart is dead and cold,
there's no joy being taunting to a poltron.
Yes, he was a celestial.
Yes,a motherfucking extraterrestrial,
but there's this fine line, like a sword,
this sharp thing called 'I changed my mind',
this world is not to be divided
to fall ahead of time,
It was never meant to be a cannon of tragedy
for the dark progeny,
so I gave a cannibal god his perfect Valentine,
the most perfect gift so inhuman to give,
I handed him out the most dreadful thing from my nursery,
that horrible sheer ice entwined
with the darkest part of my heart,
like a snake choking it, drowning it forever.
I served him white roses painted with my poisoned misery,
aw lovable infinity, all that he wished to see,
all the horrors dying inside of me unseen,
injected genetically tremors, so perfectly designed,
scenario so well sequenced, almost engineered,
and I blasted him down from my sky
because that crown is mine, I am a ruler,
this world and all its love devoured to prosper.
What is a promise to an everyday slaughter
when their blood is bleeding me, eating me, feeding me.
I am a master, I took their bodies and they hijacked
everything inside of me and robbed me blind,
their sacred pain to me, their suffering given in free will,
I wear shackles, jackals, monster - around my soul
is tabernacle of their pain, my shrine is a nightmare,
their dauntless darkness is my soulless soul,
that thunder lit storm is my home they built into me,
he can't give me what's not his to give,
but what a hell and why, why not!
so much joy and so little time, idiot!
I blasted him down from my sky,
because even that mutt - EVEN THAT MUTT IS MINE.
Dark Wizard
(Founding Fathers of the Imperial Future )
Because - my sweet betroth - I'm a supreme that fears the light.
Across the sea, I steer your glory, I'm a master of the strongest heart.
Vengeance is a game of turning tables, where the winners are losers,
they all lost to me.
All your powers are golden, gold plated obscurus,
my spear, a silver luster in a night sky aims for dim aurous,
your blood army of the voice led by the triumph of my might.
My victory is arcane, for you I put up my ferocious sheer,
I only need your tycoon when wielding all this storm in between
where diamonds are soft light and the brave stand corrected.
I have nothing to give but all to take. It's their fear I became.
You'll be proud of me, I'll bring your name to fame.
Cherish the invisible, rise my burning flags and summon me from the other side.
You are my sonic boom, my ruling queen,
I wage wars for you, deliver me.
My cruelest master, my deepest ocean,
I like your firepower and you like me cold,
put your majestic wings upon me,
I'll be in awe your grateful.
I am your underdog and you are my demigod,
tremors are rivers, hilarious sequence,
blood-like waterfalls, exaltation by millions,
and the world on the knees in front of me!
I tear down this graveyard of sickness and blame,
they have no flame, no shame, no game!
I'll do your will as foretold, so rule this for me,
play this reality, I'll drown it in serenity.
Watch them die
Watch your enemy's children die
have you seen what the evil has done,
the billion empty souls hungry of flesh and blood.
Win magical altars for the Saint, and death for the wicked,
idle hands as they wish in hell be bound.
In this moment I fear if you are , if you are, what you are.
I am this everyday, and if I am this
what's that, what is that what's in your hand.
Is it a sward or is it a crown?
Are you a man or are you a god?
All the treason are hard to sequence
were they worth it, I wonder
how many times you betrayed the castle.
Your prophets are puppets,
fading light of extinguishing ashes,
this void awaits for humanity fail,
evanescence gone in darkness.
The guard to the fire demons on the other end,
as an army of one through the gates they will ascend.
Bow to the ruler, he is your master!
whoever carries that scepter
orders the army written in legends.
This world is lost, born upon the graves and grief,
for you the start is the end, as the
love shall be love, and hate shall be your end.
Voices in your head are making you crazy
The best way to stop the devil is insane.
All the incarcerated pain you could do easily without,
from that high tower shedding death and fear;
burn down their rotten flesh,
set it up and watch your enemy's children die.
Hallelujah to Me
Waiting for a world to end in fire and flames, I sat down to put a final letter to my mortal existence, all the sorrows and faded hopes of mine, but I could not express my thoughts as I was constantly hearing some perpetual knocking and agitated spat down towards the building's garages...Finally, I stuck my neck outside of a window, but I saw no janitor or anyone doing any labor that would cause such a sound. I sat down again in a hope it will quit, but then I heard a person calling my name in agitated manner requesting me to open that window.I stuck my head out again and searched the source of a voice when I saw diagonally in front of the window below a huge black bird resembling a raven clasping at one of the buildings perched beams looking through the shades into an owner's apartment.Uh, hello - I called the odd bird, and the strange visitor turned his head looking at me with a pair of empty, black and blunt eyes.You can see me? - a thing clacked in surprised.Hmm, yes, you are the one who called my name - I asked still not believing I am talking to a bird ... but then again, a World was about to end, I was expecting anything.Well, then... - a bird landed onto my window frame in one motion of his huge wings - I guess good as any, let's talk.He surely was not like any bird I ever saw.Do you know what time it is ... - a bird asked looking for a place to sit inside of a room and then hopped on one of the armchairs.Yes, I do unfortunately know, in less than a few minutes the World Ends ...Well, that is just a chapter to be written, so open the dimension and let me tell you what I was told...Just one question, I will, but tell me this, why are you a raven?A bird landed on my shoulder and yanked my ear and said - Well, ain't that a question...A dimension broke in front of us and when I stepped towards the chaos inside the time slowed down and stopped for us. We were gone inside of the world within this one that knows no time or a limit to it - so let me sing you a story.
Into an unlikely summit I have been summoned
by a Raven fallen like a Doom on my shoulder.
Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!
“Half of the Yield is gone to seven sins,
half of the same to redeem the Wings,
half of the endless nothing for the Big Voice,
twelve what is left - a bird shrieked into my ear -
spared for you to rejoice!”
I got off of the Train raging thought His world,
I had nothing better to do,
when The Boss passes the call, you better subdue...
Raven
In Greek mythology, ravens are associated with Apollo, the god of prophecy. They are a symbol of bad luck, and were the god's messengers in the mortal world.
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First I came
On The Desolated Plane where mute by an oath,
ten feet tall sprite had his eyes chained to the floor.
He pointed me at Tomorrow that shall become,
trampled World of the ungodly creatures
ravaged by the Conquest, Plague and War.
Before I could speak, he handed me a rope
blooded ending around the neck of the horse.
Despair is the name, a plate on him says,
and that pale rough shall serve me every step of the way.
Down the path of the ulterior reasons lost
I steered my bareback steed in front of the mad beast
carrying a black Lord wielding a fury, a burning sward.
"Despair, despair! Do not watch - the Raven crewed,
do not look into the burning eyes of Hate!"
I closed my eyes and the mighty villain
seeing the face of the unseen Despair
broken fell on the road.
"Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!"
Next I saw
Grieving behind the curtain of fear,
a craftsman of Hell, deaf to her ear.
"There is no beloved who awaits your arrival,
there is no children you'll bring many gifts" -
her yellow lips spoke the words she can't hear.
Before I could say yes or no, she handed me a stick
rusted ending upheaval in a blade of The Scythe.
"Dread is the name" - she said - "of this unholy thing
and it shall rule for you however you wish or think."
Covered with the hood giving a thought some shade,
I walked headlong into the Plague relentlessly
racing a gray mare; a sick apparition gauntlet
stopped for me swaying the golden Scales.
"Dread! Dread! Do not listen, - the Raven busily snared -
do not hear the misleading words of Greed!"
I shut my ears and the gray ghost
hearing the swing of the unheard Dread
silent hit the ground.
"Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!"
Last I took
the solitude of miles, behind me nothing to see
when I came upon a lonely man dressed in white
sharding the gravel with his own bare hands.
I saw nothing with him but a bag made of drags,
inside, who know what he has.
I leaped high on Despair wielding the Dread,
but he remained untouched, silent and bare.
I dismounted a horse with a hope on my mind,
when I noticed, aw sorrow, a chode was
possibly very deaf, but certainly very blind.
On his chest branded like if he was a cattle
some Wrath carved his name - the Failure.
A mute sprite gave me a speechless animal
to serve, the unseen.
A deaf demon gave me a dread tool
to rule, the unheard.
A blind man was baren, nothing on him
but the grief, the unspoken,
so I guessed I should take him for a companion
at least a part of my way.
"Failure! Failure! - a Raven covertly fled
when I mounted a man to ride with me
ahead the golden parlor at the Worlds End -
Do not talk, do not answer the call of vanity,
this is insanity, an insane insanity..."
Into an unlikely summit I have been summoned
by a Raven fallen like a Doom on my shoulder.
Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!
Where the horrible wind shreds chaos to madness,
a Horrible man is waiting me there,
jailed behind the walls of mirrors,
the unsettling soul born to Conquest.
Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing Saw,
King to this World, it's Time to go.
And so we came to the Golden Parlor on the world's end,
riding the pale servant bareback with my fallen companion,
and carrying the arms fit to postulate the gates of hell.
I packed the two horsemen, their sins and weapons,
with not a single word being told...
now I was all set to face the end of days most praised One.
And so we met, sitting all covered in gold,
a King of this World all in finest silk, proud and bold.
No weapon on him but a shiny as a Sun bow set in the corner,
no offer to be made, no sign of treachery, no sign of a torture.
Instead of the condemnation, he spoke all silver tongues,
a golden crown on his head flaring with the rubies and diamonds,
... just enough to hide a pair of horrible fangs.
And so we listen behind the walls of silvery mirrors
to the King speaking off all the things we could do,
under deafening wind of madness
He worshiped in verses the currents we could move.
I stood silent trying not to fall into a trap from the glory's edge,
in matters like this I had no single opinion, any experience or knowledge.
King turned to my trade but he said no word to this predator ,
instead of his voice, from his bag a man offered in front of him - the cash register.
For an each of King's venues he gave him a bitter bill,
he counted an each of his glorious wins to the cold nill.
All of his golden bars he crunched and grind into the rust,
all of his magical mirrors he shattered like they are the dust.
Without any mercy this relentless soul in a tirade of a siege
claimed all the King's rage, not a teardrop of hope he left,
because my trade... must have been none
but the Devil in a Man Himself.
King, right before he diminished back from where he came,
turned to his last resort, the sorrowful blame,
"There is still one ghost to resolve" - he desperately yelled.
I have no resent left to mourn what I hate the most,
but I am no coward to battle the fourth ghost.
There is no way to battle yourself,
the bigger is hearth, the bigger the Death.
Above my head a sigil of demon's worst mark
the fourth ghost riding a doom darker than the dark.
With 8 souls as crown chained in damnation's maze,
I'm trading the Devil in flesh, my strongest ace.
A peril that nobody can, no miracle my dear to resolve,
because that fourth ghost, that one is my own.
Why would I need a golden throne to mark my way?
I'm riding that throne, his name is Despair.
Why would I need a golden bow to make the world fair?
I'm wielding the biggest weapon, it's name is Dread.
Why would I need to resolve the fourth ghost within,
and fight against myself, my trouble and strife,
When the only sin left to me, unparalleled in valor,
is the insatiable, horrid lust for life.
Into an unlikely summit I have been summoned
by a Raven fallen like a Doom on my shoulder.
Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing saw,
a dark omen was honored by Another Uncalled!
Where the horrible wind shreds chaos to madness,
a Horrible man is waiting me there,
jailed behind the walls of mirrors,
the unsettling soul born to Conquest.
Hey-Ho, Your Harrowing Saw,
King to this World, it's Time to go.
Prone to tragedy
This is a thing of a mind,
nothing of this is real, everything is fine.
It is that unsavory average bowl of disgust,
the telling first sign that the Sun is out of shine,
that something is not quite okay,
that stingy mood which swaying you away.
You are about to let go of the dreams you once had
and seek the big entitlements instead,
you say how
the life is a battle enough behind the closed doors,
I was never in question, I never stood in doubt.
How fair!
Blown away by the creativity of the dead
you maybe star a doom of us both,
one day somebody foreign will accessorize it
because even the shit gold platted attracts the crows.
Once you put your faith in the another
you will lose yourself to trivial contentment,
while you’re happy this will work, while not - you know,
everyone will work to push your guts into a bitter knot.
How nice!
If your mood was the weather to report,
it would be a winter cyclone on Triton,
Reluctantly explained you sprain your face unnatural way,
that plastic grimace of your smile drives the dogs away.
Hurting yourself makes space for other ugly things,
talking to innocence lost is one of those sins.
And that all for the games…?
Holding a child…?
Is that where from it came?
Is that how much you hate yourself, just imagine
how much hate outside has staked that sheep powered engine.
How humane!
This is a thing of a mind,
nothing of this is real, everything is fine.
Even with a skull stuck on the stick,
you think about all as it is a flick…
Why make a difference to variation of penance,
let’s bundle up all and have it nicely welded together.
A bucket of kerosene and a stick of dynamite,
and voila! - life is a masterpiece again.
I doubt anyone knows your taste, all those
little nasty things that make you whole and happy again,
but you are making the worst possible mistake,
spiraling out of the control, you are so prone to tragedy.
Aw -Ewwww, how rude of an idiot like me!
Mercy! Mercy for My Creation!
( My Glorious Sun, here I come)
You who sit on My throne,
You who scream for Them all,
You - THE FACE, THE MIRROR of My own,
With the shield of the pure mercy
And the flaming soul,
Prepare for ascension.
Rise!
Ascend from your mortal bones.
Have no fear of the pain,
Have no fear,
Even when all of the Earth
Shivers from the sound of My voice.
Have no fear,
Because I wear only My glory.
My floodgates of Heaven,
Release all My innocence,
Release My army of the pure light.
Free all My celestial angels.
Show mercy for My Creation!
The eye shall look away
But the world will perish and fade.
Ask Me, any weapon to wield
Has no equal,
Any army
Has no power to stand
Equal to your mercy
to collide with the Destruction and Death.
Worlds that burned,
Through My eyes
Like they are yours given,
See for yourself
Tomorrow that never came, and
Me standing as the only witness
In their final hour.
You, the face of My own,
Mercy, your shield of the pure mercy
To manifest the biggest power in this world.
Manifest Me! Deliver Me!
Your mortal ashes,
And wear all of My glory.
Down with the pharaoh,
Liar and the thief of My children.
Rise. I am here
To bring to you, to all of You.
The only thing I can give you.
I shall bring the rivers of my tears
To the deserts of this world
And they shall blossom with The Life.
Mercy for my Living Creation!
That cuts down the good and wrong
With the same burning sword,
Rise against the flaming dragon,
The murdering master from the sky.
There is nowhere to hide.
Rage to war the rage!
Rise all of my shields of living light.
Protect my bleeding heart with your love.
Rise to ascension from your mortal bones
and deliver My glory
Into the final battle!
Show mercy for My Creation!
My Glorious Sun, Here I come.
Word by word
from The Shire high above.
Will share more about the folks under the Throne,
but how stuff works, please don't ask me so.
I can tell you, Thy was not smitten.
I'm a Mirage of Them, not at all hidden,
I can tell you The Boss is not a kitten.
as instead of the Void, Dimension or Court,
is it a punishment, or is it not? - I do not know,
instead I guess this is a joke.
when was the last time a sparkle hit the Stone?
From all the Appraisal Wheels the finger is on me,
-If Thy say so, I should then speak!
another half you will be black,
to the Heaven's surprise granted the light,
you're forever to be a color changing cat.
Them said Their part, no face to see frown.
A secret desire as you please,
Thy see them all, an immortality then is.
burst out in resentment - Well, that's just not right!
Me Second left tripping with the finger in an ear -
Signal lost, please what Thy said, Aw! poor lil me...
Thin Shadow arrived, a clerk carrying Book of life.
Humble servant... - whisper tapping my shoulder,
-Thousand apologies, mind to check again...?
who seeks disdain of aura, go check the level below!
So a bit louder, whilst cracking Skys apart,
making sure it's clear to ones out of sight.
What anyone feels, doesn't really matter.
Half of a day white, half of day black,
Thy grant the light forever to be a cat.
CV - Price of the fire
Cult of Veliona ( Price of the fire)
when a conjure came again, wearing envy and black.
Through her blind eyes, she surely can't see
the justice for her is not the same for me.
Disrupted by her pleas I forged an idea good as it can be
and flee on my way to one place just a thought away.
casting the scarlet red over the sea facing
an ultimate judge taking upon her throne.
What a blazon of the sky is doing in here?
The crowned dread pointed her rattling bones straight to my head.
The white judge listened to what my plan was about to be,
grim in her face she turned chuckling to her following mass -
That is a disturbingly great idea, I think it will be a blast!
Two seconds later I was wearing her gown, her crown on my head
and her wielding weapon safely clinging on my side.
welcomed me as an omen of the unearthly demise.
I walk to the source and perched myself in front,
a cat lazily gave me that look, unhinged and blunt.
She jumped down from her spot and like any of her kind
greeted me ready to serve on the whisk of my mind.
I took her up and looked in the pair of yellow jades -
Well you are a demon that knows the law of all trades.
obviously, my enchanting host fell asleep.
So, I entered a room, cavity of despair, now - what shall I say
to a sleeping body wrapped in paper trash and a cable of her cell?
large as she jumped and yelled unholy words of spite.
Oh, you came, my Admire, what you ask from me,
I will gladly submit to your desire!!
She set her eyes on cat in my arms, calmly purring,
so instantly she knew that I am all fake.
It sounded worthy of my recognition,
after all, I decided to take a toll to her pray, in order to glow
I need a loyal follower to spread my name.
Can we ordeal some other disgrace, I utter to her face,
as long it doesn't include this business over here
-a thump of a scythe chimed three blocks away.
Whatever you pray will be delivered under a day,
you can't seek a hurt, no matter what the sin is worth.
but the dragons that breathe flame and dire.
Sounds like a deal so as she sow, so shall she reap,
for the price of the fire be the servant to me.
CV - Black Voodoo
Cult of Veliona ( the black voodoo)
Explanation - Veliona ( White Lady)- Slavic/Baltic goddess of the honorable death, patroness of the warriors fallen for freedom, warden of the souls of the ancestors, head deity of the underworld and guardian of all the earth's riches.
What a hot rod / All the King's kiwis
What a hot rod - All the King's kiwis
This spoken poetry piece is inspired by the car industry, crowbar savagery, infatuated aliens and dirty anime. It is level pro, so I won't downplay a level of muddle it can instigate.
It's been quite a while, this uncanny feeling, it's a melee.
Yes, a car show is coming in town.
So, enough of the care cookies and The Milk,
it's time to feed the machine with
some noisette and the corned beef, for the shrubs.
Get the grubs. Get the popcorn. Here we go.
A standup tragedy - a trump card in a suite - exhibit one.
Squawks, set your flashers all ready and sharp
and observe how to polish Uncle Ben's pair
of leather boots.
A hairy chode, that bloke but, hey wow!
-look at that body in white with the gingerbread dress-up.
Sir, how do you bark? Perfection, huh?
Did everyone took a snap!?
Next, a pristine trailer queen, a barn fest, cherry fresh, in stock.
Wanna drag, drive a pamphlet slab?
No sweat, this one is an upper-hand.
Thin mufflers, of course, carnage it.
Of the record, we got the chumps down by the roadside
from the frolicking dairy infantry, a long love story.
Keep it up, Groupon pride; I skimmed that cream already last month.
Ain't we chatty today my kiwi gang bang, well...
all good, the orchestrated roast next. Hold my beer!
This one, as you stand in front of it,
great for the family gatherings.
I can tell you in advance put your money there
-a 6 party ride-on lawnmower, camouflaged.
Take a picture, take a big picture.
Move on apes, next exhibit!
Faceless beastness ahead, pedestrians please, gather all around.
Quickly take that cam. I'm in a hairdo day. That will do.
It's easy to be pleasy, look at that animal.
All the dust it blows owes it to The Th-Th-That Guy.
Now, amen to the Grand Atheist, let's wrap the minority report!
Hala, when push comes to shove it's time to wage
a small sedition play, one cent you have above, is not a cent wasted.
Yes, we endorse the reintegration, who said otherwise?
-No ticket, no ride, keep the change,
nobody wants the grease marks!
If you didn't pay it, don't touch it!
Now - let me sign - this one is botched and with rice,
but what a hell, the banner's what counts;
speakers' shaggin' out of a tomato can
blown of the valve, only add a duck-taped neon light
and Alicization arc on a bonnet strapped.
That bags the jewels, any questions...?
Mirror, mirror...
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the dirtiest of them all...?"
When I am busy, clear the room and leave me to plot.
I am probably out of my mind - with my hooks, nets and the rod.
I pay my fishing traps in currency,
sometimes in blood, in silence, sometimes in war.
For love, for hate, for silver, for gold...
For the entertainment, for us all.
These politicians, diplomats, or so called,
what do they want? - aside of honey, an influence,
merit of lies, merit of me,
is that what you ask? - just one thing,
a fat catfish finally to fall in your boiling pot?
Well, here you can have it, you ugly reflection.
My tribute to the Ice Queen from the "The Huntsman: Winter's War"
KRAMPUS
Merry Xmas, let's unwrap the presents
Come to the light and burn in flame,
even the good wishes can be bad,
but is it bad , is it really,
if they make you, make you admit
all your crime, bloodshed, all the bad,
bad things you have done.
Come to the light and burn in flame.
Whose that mad, who gets the Krampus this year...
Merry Christmas, let's unwrap the presents,
aw the mice are breaking under suspense,
who will be is no more a future tense,
the slant of time just fell apart.
So, lets find one, toss a dice,
find one, or more, who cares,
the more the merrier, after all,
what are the holidays for.
Merry Christmas, let's unwrap the presents,
who will be is no more a future tense,
the slant of time just fell apart.
Come to the light and burn in flame,
all your crime, bloodshed, all the bad,
whose that mad, who gets the Krampus this year...
PENDULUM - (AFTERLIFE)
Pendulum, I feel it coming back at me,
my eyes go sideways and darkness absorbs me,
I stare into something, don't know what.
I stop, my mind disperses into the chaos,
every time when I plug in,
I try to reload but I sink somewhere down,
at the bottom of a lake,
where I took the heart of the only one of my kind.
The last one, it was a magical,
it was a magical being. Half fairy, half me.
In that lake, I find all my wicked jokes,
I called it a magic, a masterpiece, a wonder,
spells hard like marble, all crowns to bow to me,
but that lake is my dragon, I can't face my own demon.
An insanity which I caused, all on me,
a house of lords to pay my damnation,
I replaced hopeless infatuation with delirium,
but that's given isn't it,
same level of cruelty, the same level of violence.
The army who fell, the lands to burn,
all on me to decide - who is guilty, and who is fine,
who is a poet, and who is mad?
I substituted a fairy with a beauty because I couldn't
show it, I am just a human,
toss it all to the burning stake,
to an evil mob, told stories, told lies,
an evil imp, a witch, a monster.
I took everything, not as a master,
but like a thief, like a coward.
A story passed without a penance, no judge,
and nothing to fold,
that took 3 centuries to be told.
And deeper, and darker,
colder and further, I fall... I fall...
into my lies, into my own demise,
the guilt crushing me down,
I'm being a death to a tree of life,
Lord, just let me die.
Some things never change,
they can't, why I can't forget.
I wonder, in here, if this is my afterlife.
I never thought I'll take it back,
I'll repent, I'll regret, I'll mourn so much.
And I know, the hate will be hate,
and love will be love.
My eyes bleed, turn to black,
calm and cold the eternal void,
I sink in that madness, the turmoil
and it stops, can't fight, because it is me,
in me, my beating heart, inside of you,
every next beat tames the demon I placed there,
I placed the worst parts of myself.
All the clashes of the lightning and thunders,
all that storm inside of your head,
can't hold me a torch,
a chaos hand in hand with its creator.
And I know, is that I took from you,
all that I reign so profoundly without the consequence.
I understand, what kind of a rage has been placed,
because the magic, your magic has been stolen.
That is that horrid terror stripped of any power,
everything that was done, and said,
all that pain, oh, how sorry I am.
I'm being a death to a tree of life,
Lord, just let me die.
Some things never change,
they can't, why I can't forget.
I wonder, in here, if this is my afterlife.
I never thought I'll take it back,
I'll repent, I'll regret, I'll mourn so much.
And I know, the hate will be hate,
and love will be love.
... oh, how sorry I am...
Egoist (Halloween)
a long list to reanimate my super-inflated ego.
Ain't it chilling - thrilling, absolutely fulfilling,
to feast on that yeast, malformed and racy, raw jealousy,
all these narcissistic beasts, psychopathic hedonists,
still-eye growling spite , look up, here comes the egoist.
DISCORD RELOADED
I invented how it feels,
inverted all my deeds,
so curse the name behind the tyranny,
I am calling that prying eye of yours.
So, yes, please! One more time!
Gold plated obscurus,
does it even feel,
the bootleg in the mud, do you know what,
stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!
Question is never when, but how,
because the When will come,
and it is so, so, so ... easy, easy, easy,
when you know where the bullets go.
Without the high pressure, I am not wanting it,
without limits breaking, you are not feeling it.
But none, not a single one
hits so precisely to your vanity, like the curiosity.
You don't need a thing on this side,
a victory is even being brave,
to look down the lane,
and you are bored, so - stop, fine -
enough, I invented how it's done.
Enough of the ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when it's broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw quite some;
What amazes me, what intrigues me,
that she never asked,
while being shoved down,
how he sleeps in full get-up,
who is that poltergeist
getting snapshots instead of her, so to answer
a question half-done, whose crown
fell the first, whose hand was out
before the time.
So, yeah, discord reloaded,
that space in your head, to answer one
more of you,
that space in between the bubbles,
the dimension, like
the snake crabbing in-between existence,
and all the things inside pressed in between
the cardboards of up and down,
devouring each other,
they need, they want, they have to have,
the agonizing desire to engorge upon one another...
What's the point to explain,
when Sun dawns the Moon,
and all is upside down.
Don't tell me it is the Universe
roaring at us, that sound, that is the end,
I invented how it feels, the nothingness,
so don't tell 'what a hell',
just entertain the fuck out of them.
Abort their stars, abdicate gods,
say which one,
because there it is, a
chaos snake on the horizon,
snarling heavily - 'down with the pharaoh,
down with the liar and thief,
he stole your credence off key'.
The synchronicity of the goodness,
of godliness, it all stops now, if you do.
This ascension into the nowhere,
do they even know where we go?
Enough of the ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when it's broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw, quite some;
so stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!
Hell-Oh, Black Wave!
I don't favor getting even as long
that little hog gets away with the fever.
Struck the pounding when calling the helpline,
how you just summoned it, summoned something,
but no! I am! You knew it!
Wipe the tar that's never clean and gone,
left alone, that call, who did you call, bad boy?
Hell-Oh, Black Wave!
Time's up, so put an end to a spade,
be one of them, their game is
a morbid jail pool, breatheeee...
and then give up - the hope.
Your soul's infernal!
So hell-oh, calm and cold the eternal void,
a skin of forever throughout your eye,
skin to skin, and shivers. You... all the rumors were true.
Fare away, farewell is here... therefore; welcome.
Hell-Oh, Black Wave!
Heroes will die, the light will fade,
the world will end in fire and flame.
And everything you're afraid will come true,
it will come true just for you, Man!, for you,
Man!, for you, you, you... For you!
Little pig caught a cold, a bug in his soul,
in his mind
little frogs in a pond put his rod on reload,
on repeat his itch speaks
like an illness howls through the open door;
Man!, he dreams my name, Man! my name,
in a black, black, blaaaaaack ... wave,
Man!, my name, name, name, my name!
Hell-Oh, Black Wave!
TIMELESS(SerpentAurous)
Order of 2
2 miles deep in my grave
writing a song to a dead dog
I'm sitting next to a bare bone
it's 6 feet deep into my soul.
It's dark where I'm coming from,
should I ever get out you won't like it,
not like it at all.
Should I sit in here while the music rages top above?
Because, I bet you know, time is running to fill up the cave.
It's
2 miles deep into my grave
it's 2 of us 2 many,
it's a bunch of people being 2 alive,
it's 2 of us... being 2 mad...
2 things 2 be a perfect choice,
it's only 2 words you are waiting for,
silver or gold.
I bet you know that ring of a joy
2 seconds before, I bet you can feel,
if not you will,
2 inches before it's gone.
I will take this plate out with me
because this is not a social dinner,
this is a house on the lake and
a key is in my pocket,
it's a snake from your garden.
arcane
Snow clings silently
Cemetery on the prying dent eyes,
Arcane inmates sleep
Menace after death
Deprived and dried like fish bones,
somebody's love and joy
Teasing, men are cheap
He will leave craving at dawn
Bleak joy in between
hypnotic
Rainfall of the night
Lost judges prepare for fate
Ornateness in winter
Unleashing danger
falcon fantastic hypnotic
Blows chaos soft, cold
Impeccancy onhold grieving
leaving one disappears, red
in obscene carbon trees
Void... please help me
