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Watch your enemy's children die


Hell has no hate, no battle to birth that rage,
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 wear My crown,
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 death,
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.
Open My gates,
My floodgates of Heaven,
Release all My innocence,
Release My army of the pure light.
Free all My celestial angels.
Mercy!
Show mercy for My Creation!
If I look into the eye of the fire and furry,
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.
See for yourself
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 who sit on My throne,
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!
Have no fear, rise from
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!
Mercy for my Living Creation!
Rise against the fallen judge
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.
Fire to extinguish the fire!
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!
Mercy!
Show mercy for My Creation!

My Glorious Sun, Here I come.

Word by word


Hello Sinner, here I come, sad news bringing
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'm a Voice of Them, thankfully written,
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.
No bounty high up there, only a lingering shock,
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.
News froze silence under the thundering Throne,
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!
Half of a day you will be white,
another half you will be black,
to the Heaven's surprise granted the light,
you're forever to be a color changing cat.
As written in the stone, Word to The Throne,
Them said Their part, no face to see frown.
A secret desire as you please,
Thy see them all, an immortality then is.
Chained, The First One sprite with his grudge,
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...
To all the Being, a cause of their fright,
Thin Shadow arrived, a clerk carrying Book of life.
Humble servant... - whisper tapping my shoulder,
-Thousand apologies, mind to check again...?
I've no celestial aptitude, or bowed eyes in a tow,
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.
Word by word, this is a Letter,
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)

I was sitting on the sad throne in my dutiful sorrow
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.
The courtroom split open when I stepped on the first stone
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.
I have this play but for it to do, I need something from you, I said.
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.
I landed back in some alley, a pair of glowing eyes
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.
I knock on a door cat marked with her ear, but there was no sound,
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?
I muddle the words to wake her up, her eyes grew
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.
I restored my mirage and she told me her tale,
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.
She wished nothing, under oath of my scythe
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)

Warning... this poetry piece is written by the influence of dreams I am having for a week, it contains very disturbing images and could cause anxiety to some of my audience. I owe to put it out there to her who cries for justice and who ever is she I hope she finds blessings and piece.

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"