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• With In The Solitude Of Cemetery Soil - Willow Wisp
• The Utmost - Willow Wisp
• Your Children Shall Take Me As Lord - Willow Wisp
• Copulation In Thy Paranormal Forest - Willow Wisp
• The Moon Is Rather Full, A Rape Victims Revenge - Willow Wisp
• The Hurting - Willow Wisp
• The Hills Will Be My Burial Shroud - Willow Wisp
• Sodomized By God - Willow Wisp
• Oldest Joke In The Book - Willow Wisp
• Lame - Willow Wisp
• If I Commited Suicide - Willow Wisp
• GOD - Willow Wisp
• Cruel, Despicable, Non-caring Breed - Willow Wisp
• Carpathian Wanton - Willow Wisp
• Bastard - Willow Wisp
• Attempting To Communicate With The Spirits - Willow Wisp
• Aspects Of A Mortuary - Willow Wisp
• As They Age, They Engage - Willow Wisp
• A Widow Cries - Willow Wisp
• A New Ice Age Approaches - Willow Wisp

Within this solitude of cemetery soil
The breeze embraces me
With the hand of death
And the marble angels
Study us with spying eyes
Relaying messages to god
About the evil walking atop
The slumbering dead
Explaining the feeling of this
Tranquil environment
Is to explain the feeling
Of a first kiss
And to reminisce about the ones
Who were tortured to live causes me to weep
As I watch their loved ones cry
Tombstones are beautifully inscribed
With homage to a former contemplator
Who was consumed by the rite of passage
An eventual obligation
To become as one with the earth
And now their bodies
Which were once beautiful

As each day culminates
I think of dying, immersed in sorrow
And in passing, the beauty of life
I will miss
Never again to exist for tomorrow
Just to imagine parting from loved ones
Fills my body with a helplessness beyond reason
Oh how I'll miss the warmth of embrace
And the important significance of changing seasons
We as a whole Don't truly realize how short our time is
And each day must be filled with activity
The examining of our surroundings
Inspires us to live
Immerse yourself in your joys
And try to compliment others
Reactivate interest in your talents

The world is responsible
For creating another martyr
And you have been killing me
Since the moment I began dying
Why do you scald me
For not imitating your intrepid falsity
Each day I wake to grace the earth
With my godliness,
It is not Jesus I worship
But the image of me
They crucify me, for crucifying the one crucified
How do they know the one they praise
Has not lied!!
If one is to be adored
I want to be as well, yet also abhorred
Burden me-But your children shall take me as their lord

Copulating in the spiritual forest
Whilst thy embers and twine entwined
Celebrating pagan joining, dreadful to the holy
A union of blemished flesh-anticipating new design
Her perfume was a mix of mandrake and poisonous leaves
A noxious scent to mere mortals
Yet its alluring fragrance attracted me through the breeze
I discovered her lying provocatively
Upon the stump of a fallen oak
Her milk white flesh covered in a funeral shroud
A gothic romance-enticed to provoke
Entering her wantonly
Crushed berries spilled messily from her vagina
From the depths leviathan smirked
As thy moon ebbed the ocean tides
My bewitching mistress became as wolf
Clutching her hipbones, she promised to provide
Demoness her paint applied strategically by azazel
Id assume she was sent from heaven
Yet she resides luxuriously
In a jewel covered castle in hell
In desperation, I hold my orgasm at bay
Vampirising each other, biting deep and hard
The deceiving fog shrouds orgiastic deviltry
And the trolls and faeries pay us no regard
A Victorian 18th century cemetery
Held the confines in which we conducted our fare
And death appeared to endorse us
Riding atop a gorgeous black mare
Crimson cascading in torrents
Canines pricking our jugular veins
And our lewd, lasvicious behavior warrants
A need for those deranged
We culminated our ritual
By fucking in the coffins of those newly disinterred
Set up an audience of Christian skeletons
To applaud the absurd
Torches aligned with the finest incense
Hallucinogenic aphrodisiacs ingested
Involved in the tradition of occultic sex
Which the church has always detested
Aren't thine drunk on spurt wine
And baffled by drugs-Lady Fair?
Shall thou beg for more of my plow
Or the violent pulling of platinum hair?
Once delicious aristocrats rose, virtually transparent
Yet still visible were their tattered noble clothes
Rich heritage apparent
Fortunately they sold their souls
To watch pornography
And throw roses upon our dramatic paroles
Aroused by our version of tracheotomy
Nearing climax A pack of wolves began baying
Towards the nocturnal sun
Thirst corrupt they descended upon my harlot
To lick her wound, dripping with blood and cum
Twas upon a midnight dreary
Our legend became subject for inquiry
Thrice repeated our love completed

Walking the vast stretch
Of darkened back streets
At every turn of a corner
Its a mystery whom you will meet
Wondering whether they are armed
Or if they intend to harm
Instincts are judged when eyes meet
Its either the signal of safety or hovering defeat
The moon is rather full
So the tale of odd behavior is presented
As the animalistic nature of man is awakened
A young women recalls what she could have prevented
While lying in a garbage dumpster
Bloody and sodomized
She shudders in pure terror
Knowing she was victimized
Yet the moon has a way
Of turning the tables
A magnificent prowess for strengthening fables
And strangely enough
The rapist who denied her of precious breath
Became enslaved in a narcotics situation

I turned to her and held her hand
Don't tell me nothing's wrong
I can see the tears in her eyes
I know she's hurting
I never meant to hurt her
Sometimes it happens
But does she even care
That I hurt inside as well
Why did I have to fall in love again
And why does it have to fuck with my mind so much
And why does my heart have to ache so much for her
And why can't I be as cold as her
And I hold her in my arms
I look into her eyes
I can see here soul
I know she loves me
And if she really loves me
She'll let me know I'm needed
And that I matter too
And I'm the only one she loves
I stand here tonight in my moonlit darkness
With my blade in my hand
I feel the coldness of the steel
As it cuts my flesh
I watch in the mirror as I bleed
For tonight I bleed for myself
And nobody else
For I know deep in my heart
That no physical pain could ever compare

Why should the dead profit from the dead
Only to continue a pattern of monetary gain
I had no control over my introduction
Into this sphere of dread
They cannot tamper with my body
Without evidence or a name
They have been plotting for my plot
Those considered the mystery men
Awaiting to possess the priceable rot
No matter how detestable the cadaver therein
I do not want them to own me
In my precious instance of transformation
Nor the ground they plan to seed me in
Just for business accumulation
My tomb will be a dank, desolate cave
In which my bones will be enslaved
Improper procedure, this-my chosen grave
No roses of respect

The priest went berserk
Sodomizing his recently baptized daughter
Vehemently tearing her rectum
Fecal matter dripping from the anal slaughter
His implements of torture
Dismantle the object of purity
Speaker of the gospel
Anxious to relieve his daughters virginity
Immaculate conception
Gods henchman satisfying his innermost needs
Towards a child I conceived (he said),
"I shall do as I please!"
Upon the altar
Now desecrated with blasphemy
The defier of Jesus
Laps blood from her pussy
Burnt offerings
Saturated in sacrilege
Pedophile experimentation
Combined with incest
Drained of here precious blood
The priest removes shit from her large intestine
Investigating the putrecence and crud
Feasting on what remains of here incomplete digestion
A mass of innards
Splayed upon the floor
Removed by hand from each entrance
Of the disemboweled whore
With stiffened member
The sadist deep throats her severed head
Reaching climax violently
Semen ejected upon the dead
Pounding each limb with an axe
Into unrecognizable matter
Mutilating with vicious attack

Carry on objects of mindless objectivity
You fail to remember your loss of life
Never shall you inspire any authenticity
The world could do without your ambition less vice
Sneering at what you admire
I have already acquired what you may only desire
Your ammunitions a pitiful drop of water
Unable to extinguish my fire
Raging inferno, my path unbarred
laying brick to construct an empire
The oldest joke in the book
Is the mirror which mimics your invisible look
Does my cosmetic appliance baffle thee?
Forcing you to spit your venom of stupidity
Is reciting "Halloween is Over"
As creative as you can be?

Dominated by the objective mass
These colorless whores
They offend me with their sass
Gang raped by the Mafia
Their partners are clue less
This whole parting ring
I find tremendously foolish
Lame best describes the expression
I bring to their faces
As do the others whom don't participate in the race
I must admit my presence is out of place
Though my personal aspirations must
Be experienced by the eventual waste
Eyes determine social status
Placing all breathers in a separate category
And even though the disapproved may seem
Compatible but their convictions are mandatory
Lame are these widening viewers
Lame are these cruel skewers
Lame are these mouths that bark

Just a shapeless voiceless wonder
Where once stood an animate vision
So clever was my escape
So surprising my departure
And now that I have erased my being
From the throes of entrapment
They insist on thieving everything
I ever held sacred
Most will claim my choice to be
Steeped in cowardice
Just an act of senseless oppression
But at least I shall be my own executioner
Not subject to the ravages of disease
Or the perils of murder
Into realms unknown to the living I have entered
The resort reserved for the brave
Images not reflected by shadows

How can it allow the novice to assume
Its hierarchy of supremacy
A force or perhaps a being
That taught us to forgive thy enemy
Their stances are stern
Their battle lines drawn
But will God claim the heathens
Awaiting the age of a new dawn
God has abandoned us
Sneered upon our example with disgust
The lord learned not to revere us
Because we treasure darkness instead of holiness
The antichrists stronghold
Seems evident in the pagan mannered culture
God is a rotting carcass
Its meat picked clean by satanic vultures
Satisfied with the unpure practice of occultism
The majority of man lending credence everyday
His instincts led him on a path less trodden

Humans are a cruel, despicable
Non-caring breed
Only willing to further themselves
While spitting on those in need
They will obtain what is yours
Once you turn your cheek
Gapping for gain
Plotting against the meek
I feel as if everyone
is toppling me
And very often competition
Is smothering me
Every rat including me
Sifts through paper
While sneering jealously
Toward the new invaders
Their private thoughts register hatred
But their expressions reveal a happy farce
And their judgmental thoughts swirl

I shall now delve into my fantasy
Of exploring the Carpathian Mountains
Trekking the vast terrains and the valleys
In a nocturnal vision of transcendence,
Among the regions of darkened realms
Lie legends of folklore who await to be summoned
To bring forth their wrath unawakened for centuries
Mystifying sorcery erupting with hate
Vlad Dracul's castle beckons me
Its perpetual glory is magnificently entrancing
As the prime evil mist wettens my fur
A cryptic feeling ensues chilling my soul
I wish to run naked
Among the beastly carnivores
Who sense my warm blood among their rank
And I shall descend upon the prey
With my fangs and talons ready for insertion
As the smell of fresh meat beckons

Father, I will never forgive you
For how hard life has been for me
For all these years of struggling
For never giving me anything
All this hate and hurting
Buried deep inside of me
My tears are real, as well as the pain I feel
And I'm tired of living this
Bastard's Life that I've lived so long
The only happiness I've found
Is in my daughter's eyes
It amazes me, how much I see of me in them
Of this bastard, Oh this bastard
Father, I was just a baby
When you walked away from me
How could you just abandon me
To face this cruel world alone
Father, I know I'm a better father
Than you could ever be
Because father I have been wondering
Where you've been for my entire life
Because my tears are real as well as the pain I feel
Father, one day you're going to wake up
And realize everything you've given up
Father, I don't know how you live with yourself

Within this sanctum of the once existing
I attempted spiritual communication
Through the ouija board
But interferences were plenty
And paranoia deluded my concentration
So I discontinued prematurely
And went about my descent
But upon nearing the stairs
A failing Jewish man approached
Telling me of concentration camps
And the death of his mother there
Needless to say he was senile
Very lonely and withering
Celebrating the memory of his long deceased mother
Who may be watching over him or taking part in another tale
But something even stranger happened
As I reached to caress my inverted cross
I noticed its obvious disappearance

A predominant atmosphere of gloom
Abounds in this clinic of perish
Where the fetid decay of death blooms
Heralding the arrival of the garish
How each cadaver achieved mishap
Is no mystery to the documented Earth
For they celebrate your birth into death
As they envy your death into birth
Never is the toe-tag a glimmer
or thought in their mind
Ever on the verge of disaster
every moment closer to resign
Mingling with the deceased
your stench intertwined with others finality

Age frightens the once beautiful
Her only reminders being photos long since passed
For there was a time when her sultry hair would not gray
A period she rekindles fondly,
Recalling upon her ways of frolicking through society
So well sprayed and kempt
Randomly selecting stallions to provocatively tempt
And hope with a sheer intensity
That her cradle will be occupied
Swaying with sweat and heat
Praying to be remain dignified
But modernism has collected her
Picking at her skin and shape
Caused her bones to brittle and her nerves to elate
But this fact of aging she defies
Through artificial activities
And endless strenuous primping

Look at her beautiful face
Lovely beyond compare
Torn with immense guilt
Even miracles can't repair
Her Feelings all forlorn
Wishing loneliness wasn't so deep
Now her young daughter is fatherless

Too mechanically advanced
To grapple with the turning century
Our fixation to advance has dehanced
This empty carcass called humanity
Unbeknownst, their veins have transformed into wires
And their brains a giant microchip
Commanding them as capable liars
Bones of stainless steel
Pupil, telescopic lasers
Data Now sustenance
Turning warm homosapiens into digital instigators
Living breathing calculators
Unauthentic terminators
Prepare the lime, sewage corpse curator
Icelandic world imminent
Lay waste the propagators
First test, destroyed by fire
Culmination-sodom & Gomorrah
The end result of humanity's' desire
A new Beginning for a sinners plethora
We have reached the ends of our means
When scientists can reproduce life synthetically
Drastic weather, changing seasons erratically
Past predictions come to pass accurately
Frost invades our lungs worth
As storm hails plunder the earth
Never subsiding fog obscures our vision
Hiding the ice burnt shells of the unliving
Post mortem Hypothermia
Suffering world invaded by a holocaust of snow
What was now buried beneath frozen rumble
Reminisce of an age when sparks made embers glow
Ghastly limbs mutated in odd shapes
Chilled of their warm vitality
Purple icicles formerly unbound
Now solid blocks of water decorating the ground
Ruins of the earth
Trapped in eternal slumber, beneath frozen seas
The ancient gods free to plunder
And sow the soil with fertile seeds
Gusting winds howl
Whispering eerily discordant overtures
And nothing is heard but silence
And the few remaining parasites who faintly stir
Beautifully decimated metropolis of dead life
Museum of the deceased encased in ice
Crystal coffins preserve flesh for the coming carnivore race