Demonic Enigma
Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 3:01 am
Born in escrow as a Scorpio.
A blood addicted Pharaoh.
A psycho's soul, solo in limbo...
A Maestro that affects the very airflow!
Bone marrow on burning meadows...
Standing toe to toe, the salvos tango!
Im the grammatical cannibal
that tastes the sensual,
the lips are weapons!
Piercing javelins.
The light of Gabriel,
an Archangel with the flame of Dragons.
I'll never regain my form as human,
my skin, like Lichens.
I pass the time, roaming alone on islands,
Vampiric homicide, violins reciting Latin!
It aint sin, if you get permission!
I speak in demonic diction.
Practicing Witchcraft,
as a Warlock in the Wicken religion!
Yet, a Banshee's banter asked the questions...
If the Pale-riders, ride. Will the sky blacken?
If boarders collapse, will the devil Harken?
A fork in the road, now my soul's missing,
Wondering and fearing the act of dreaming!
I can feel an aura's rapid-darkening!
Skulls, Goblins, pain and mist!
A dark age contained in Necropolis.
Where this verbal mastery is a battle cry
and like Lucifer...I’m one 'HELL' of a guy!
I can smell the blood of Abraham on the winds of time.
I can see crosses and sacrificial lambs behind the signs!
I'll mix cosmic designs with fine wine.
I'm a sublime mastermind of poetic rhyme.
Only my bloodline and partners in crime,
Outlined shrines and combined thoughts like mine!
Ripened Virgins? An urban Legend!
Would rather search the questions!
Serve in heaven?!?!?!?
Rather join my righteous brethren...
...Right beside the smoldering children.
Should I cry, or try and mention,
the demons I've likely summoned?
Should I rationalize the soul,
even thou the reasons lessened?
Since the baptism and becoming Christened,
I've lived, sinning!
Since the chime of crimson seconds shortened,
I've been dying!
Since I climbed the crib.
I've spent lifetimes lost and rioting!
I'll nail the cross and add...
a pail to catch the blood and piss in!
My visions, if even only slightly weeping.
Diminishes aging and whores the living.
A blood addicted Pharaoh.
A psycho's soul, solo in limbo...
A Maestro that affects the very airflow!
Bone marrow on burning meadows...
Standing toe to toe, the salvos tango!
Im the grammatical cannibal
that tastes the sensual,
the lips are weapons!
Piercing javelins.
The light of Gabriel,
an Archangel with the flame of Dragons.
I'll never regain my form as human,
my skin, like Lichens.
I pass the time, roaming alone on islands,
Vampiric homicide, violins reciting Latin!
It aint sin, if you get permission!
I speak in demonic diction.
Practicing Witchcraft,
as a Warlock in the Wicken religion!
Yet, a Banshee's banter asked the questions...
If the Pale-riders, ride. Will the sky blacken?
If boarders collapse, will the devil Harken?
A fork in the road, now my soul's missing,
Wondering and fearing the act of dreaming!
I can feel an aura's rapid-darkening!
Skulls, Goblins, pain and mist!
A dark age contained in Necropolis.
Where this verbal mastery is a battle cry
and like Lucifer...I’m one 'HELL' of a guy!
I can smell the blood of Abraham on the winds of time.
I can see crosses and sacrificial lambs behind the signs!
I'll mix cosmic designs with fine wine.
I'm a sublime mastermind of poetic rhyme.
Only my bloodline and partners in crime,
Outlined shrines and combined thoughts like mine!
Ripened Virgins? An urban Legend!
Would rather search the questions!
Serve in heaven?!?!?!?
Rather join my righteous brethren...
...Right beside the smoldering children.
Should I cry, or try and mention,
the demons I've likely summoned?
Should I rationalize the soul,
even thou the reasons lessened?
Since the baptism and becoming Christened,
I've lived, sinning!
Since the chime of crimson seconds shortened,
I've been dying!
Since I climbed the crib.
I've spent lifetimes lost and rioting!
I'll nail the cross and add...
a pail to catch the blood and piss in!
My visions, if even only slightly weeping.
Diminishes aging and whores the living.
