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Bereft Seraphim
written by maledeth08:12 AM 11/20/04Heavenly angels with tar-stained wings fall from the Ninth overcloud.
They scream unfurling grace as they glide upon embrace.
They suffer something obscure. Ecumenical lies they've depict.
LEt they be bereaved here. Hell on Earth it may become, As the winged sift....
They seem so desolate as their faces distort,
What miracle was given to them by holy cohorts.
I caress one in my favor as one of my own.
As I tear off it's wings, As thy beings atone.
Everlasting is this sight of they, falling from so high!
Now they decline like blood tears from the throne they held so nigh.
One by one, I count them done, seraphim cunts; It seems to be HEavenly cleansing...
May it be perspicious that we shall slaughter them in the sake of name and flaw.
We shall not let them control us in Holy Empires as prophets to applaud.
Let them return to their homes.....
I wept upon Gabriel, he taught me thy gift.
To kill with disdain, manifest malevolence.
To be like the dark, To be like the winds.
To be the penumbra that holds it's breath till the end.
Whisper the secrets, they all came to be dead.
Their autonomy ends here, they have no place in decadent worlds.....
No rule....
They've seen whilst the evil has spoken, ensnared.
Thus we shall bring an end to immortality with our despair.
We've suffered much life as they've suffered no plight. We shall kill to repair.
Rescue thee with unnoticable death as a whim.
Desiring in the words of bereft Seraphim... |
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I shall hold no place for angels in my heart.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (11-25-2004 - 08:20 AM)
| Why the fuck do I keep erasing the damn comments!!? Fuck! But no, Hell's Beauty, is amongst our carnal humanity..our vicious and brutal prophets of mess and messiah have turned us into the worst of animals...whilst the ideas of the true Satanist know that, like all, we are just animals....nothing more...nothing less. In simple, and mundane rule, we shall all be better than everything in life. These seraphim of heaven depict the impurity of the human race. Thus..we have tossed away the rule of "God" And created Hell on Earth. |
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