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A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP
THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST

A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

A STREAK OF LIGHTNING BOLT BLISTERING THE EARTH
TREMBLING AND SHAKING LOOSE OF HELLS OWN HEARTH

MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING
BODY BRACED IS FORCING
SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS
KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS
THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL
GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M GRIPPIN' HARD
ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL
KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD

I'M GRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
SPITTIN' SPARKS
ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL

A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP
THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST

A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING

I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING

THIS RUPTURED CHASM ERUPTS SPLINTERING THE HEAP
WILDFIRE SPITTING FROM INFERNAL DEEP

MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING
BODY BRACED IS FORCING
SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS
KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS
THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL
GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M GRIPPIN' HARD
ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL
KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD

I'M GRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
SPITTIN' SPARKS
ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD

I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL

THESE DARK WINGS
SPREAD OVER MY HORIZON
REIGN IN EVIL
REIGN IN FREEDOM
REIGN IN HELL

THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD
FLOWING TO THE FLOOD

THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD
FLOWING TO THE FLOOD


FROM THE GNASHING TEETH OF THE JAWS OF HELL
RASPING GASPING SEETHING AND BREATHING

MOVING FASTER THAN THE TOLL OF THAT FATEFUL BELL
WREAK CRAKE SHREIKS AND SHAKES THE HEATH

WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SLIDE
SLIPPERY *****
LANDSCAPE
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND

WINDIN' DOWN THAT SLIPPERY *****
LANDSLIDE
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND

WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SIDE
SLIPPERY *****
BLACK TRACKS
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND
As if a song/poem that I wrote...  It has a classic & thrashy feel to it...
Running Blind Madness
Eyes Wide Heart Pounding
Spirit Lifts Senses Live
Theres Thunder IN THE Atmosphere

This IS A Free Arena
A Gateless Auditorium
Open Fields
Open Wide
Forking Lightning ON THE Horizon

This Natural Inebriation
IN Dynamic Resonation
Anticipation OF THE
Consternataion

Hells Beasts Abound
Snarling Snouts Sounding
Heavy Hoofs Pounding
Crazed Dashing Hounding
IN THE Chaos That'S Surrounding

Hells Beasts Abound
Torso'S Writhing Flailing
Grit Bucking Flailing
Crimson Flow Tailing
THE Gore OF THE Impailing

I'M Knee Deep
IN A River OF Blood
Fleshen Heap
IN THE Reddening Flood

Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain

Sodden WET Flesh
Whip AND Turn
Trace THE SKY
With THE Carnal Rain
WET THE Earth
With A Reddened
Stain

Sodden WET Earth
Besot With Death Mirth
Drown THE Earth
IN THE Afterbirth
Every Beast THE ****** Herse
DON'T RID ME OF THE ******* Curse

IN AN Ever Rising River OF Blood
Causing Chaos With NO Remorse
I AM Power IN Full Course
Wreaking Havoc

Sump
WET
Dripppin'
Torn
This Bloods LET BY MY Horn
I'M Sopping WET
MY ****** Horn
I Feel Like I'M NEW Born

Drumming Quakes Pounding
Shaking THE Foundation
Lifting Spirits IN THE AIR
I AM GOD Everywhere

Helter Skelter IN THE Chaos
This IS Pandemonium
Freedom Forms
IN THE Void
Electric Flux Obliteration

Pure Intoxication
AS Evil Incarnation
This Revelation
IS Anihilation
As if lyrics of an unfinished song that I wrote when I was about 15 years old...  I dig the atmosphere!
GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn

GET OFF THE Soap BOX Preacher
IT Time YOU Took Your Turn

IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
IT'S Heresy IN Your Name
IT'S A Faux Show Fantasy
YOU Wear THE Devil Shame

NO More Lies
NO More Lies
NO More Lies

ALL ARE Fallen Angels
**** THE Preacher
Burn THE Witches

ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
ALL False Idols CAN Burn
Your Church Will Burn

SO ALL This
SO ALL This
SO ALL This

SO ALL This Rests ON A LIE
Your Right TO Justify
Torture IN THE Name OF GOD

THE Devils Ignorant
Angels ARE Innocent

DON'T YOU Know THE Devils AN Angel Spurned
This Devils AN Angel Burned

GET IN THE BOX *****
GET IN THE Ditch AND Burn

GET OFF Your Soapbox Preacher
This Minds Open NOT TO Learn

Enduring Reality
AS YOU Preach Duality
IT'S Pure Hypocrasy
YOU Wear THE Devil'S Shame

CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE Blinded BY THE Light
IN Arrogance YOU'VE Lost Sight

IT'S Reality NOT Duality
This Polarity Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve

Reality
Duality
Polarity
Seeks TO Resolve
IT'S Solution IS TO Dissolve

OF AN Angels Scorn
A Devil'S Born

FOR This Gods OWN Conceit
THE Devil Took HIS Seat
TO Cast Into Hell AN Angel Scorned
AND There YOU'LL Dwell
A GOD That'S Horned

THE Devil'S Ears Bleed AT THE Choirs Song
Justifying OF That Gods Wrong
Merciless Cruelty
NOT A Word OF Dissent
Allowing False Judgement
Blind TO Hypocrasy
THE Devil'S Begrudgement
THE Angels Heresey

TO Cast Into Hell
AN Angel Spurned
AND BY Your Hand
THE Tables Turned
Revoked Your Throne
BY Your Conceit
THE Devil Burns
ON HIS Rightful Seat

DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong TO Demonise
IT'S This Arrogance I Despise

DON'T YOU Know IT'S Wrong
TO Touch AN Angels Hair
Knowing IT'S OF Evil WE Both Share
OF THE Fabric WE NOW Tear

AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
AND NOW THE Devil'S IN THE Chair
As if lyrics to an unwritten song from my mid-teenage years;  it was first written as a poem.
I've been black my entire life and ne'er have I strayed
The bells peel for me
Give me my berth
I've walked the twisted lightning
I've seen the crystallisation
I have untarnished wings
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Give me the chance that speaks o' full volume
Let the scars die in the ashes
Of all this pain beauty is born
Of the burning heart of the darkest ember
The fire spews forth in torrential violence
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
I've seen the pestilence of the silent waters
The hubris in my brother's brow
The sickness in the succumb of my sisters
The ill-chance of the fated child
I've seen the madness in the living wreck
Heard the shriek of hysteria sow
The living steep of our civilisation
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me

RΓ©surgam
I shall rise again
I shall rise again
I shall rise again

I've seen myself in the straight jacket
I've seen the motled motley jaunt
I've lain for days for the dawning
I've haunted the Earth for too long
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Let this fallen star in the deepest agony
Fly free
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Give me my berth
The bells peel for me
Give me my birth
The bells peel for me

RΓ©surgam
I shall rise again
I shall rise again
I shall rise again
As if lyrics to an unfinished song...
Mariah Roy Mar 18
My ears love to drum, tisk, tisk, bang
And my lips love to hum sweet melody slang
Metal core and rock, my mind engulfs the </c0de>
Pen on marble desk, to perfect the wild tone

Freezing bleachers, cold eyed teachers, are no match for silicone bud
Blasting screaming hymn of men, a low decrepit thud
The lyrics match my mind and heart, thoughts pounding in my chest
With battered, bloodied, bruised soul I'll be miserable at best

Though music hurts, it hurts to heal, to hold my hand too tight
It pushes, pulls and drags me through the darkest days and nights
I shake and turn, tap my fingers to keep up with the noise
With shifty eyes, heart paralyzed, I think I'm paranoid
annh Dec 2020
π™Άπš‘πš˜πšœπš-πšπš›πšŠπš’πš—πš’πš—πš πš–πš’ 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒 πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ,
π™²πšŠπšŸπšŽπš—πšπš’πšœπš‘ 𝚝𝚘 πš€πšžπšŽπšŽπš—πšœ π™ΏπšŠπš›πš”,
π™Ώπšžπš—πš”-𝚊-πš•πš’πšŒπš’πš˜πšžπšœ πš™πš’πšœπšπš˜πš•πšœ 𝚊𝚝 πšπšŠπš πš—.

π™Ύπš—πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš—πš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšŽπšπšŠπš•, πšπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš› πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš’πš›,
πš‚πš™πšŠπš›πšπšŠπš— πšπšŠπš›πšπšŠπš—, πš‹πš˜πš˜πš πš•πšŽπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš› πšŠπš—πš πšœπš‘πš›πšŽπšπšπšŽπš πšœπš•πš˜πšπšŠπš—πšœ:
|π•¬π–“π–†π–—π–ˆπ–π–ž (𝕻)π–—π–Šπ–˜π–Šπ–—π–›π–Šπ–˜ π•΅π–šπ–‰π–Œπ–Šπ–’π–Šπ–“π–™|

𝙰 πš›πš’πš—πš-𝚊-πš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πš˜πšœπš’πšŽ,
𝙰 πšπšŠπš’πšπš‘, 𝚊 πšŒπš˜πš—πšŒπš‘ πšŠπš—πš 𝚊 πš—πš˜πšœπšŽπšπšŠπš’.
π™Ύπš’!

⍟

𝙸 πšπšŽπšŽπš• πš–πš˜πšœπš 𝚊𝚝 πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ πšŠπš–πš˜πš—πš πšœπš˜πšŒπš’πšŽπšπš’β€™πšœ πš˜πšπšπš’πšπš’πšŽπšœ πš πš‘πš˜ πš’πš—πšŸπšŠπš›πš’πšŠπš‹πš•πš’ πšπš˜πš—β€™πš πšŒπšŽπš•πšŽπš‹πš›πšŠπšπšŽ π™²πš‘πš›πš’πšœπšβ€™πšœ π™ΌπšŠπšœπšœ. πš‚πš πš’πš–πš–πš’πš—πš πšπš’πš›πšŽπš•πšŽπšœπšœπš•πš’ πšžπš™πšœπšπš›πšŽπšŠπš– πšŠπšπšŠπš’πš—πšœπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš•πš’ πšŒπšžπš›πš›πšŽπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšŒπš˜πš—πšœπšžπš–πšŽπš›πš’πšœπš–, πšπš’πš—πšœπšŽπš• πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπšŒπš”, πšπšžπš›πš”πšŽπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšπš›πš’πšπš•πšŽ, 𝚠𝚎 πš›πš’πšπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš‘πš˜πšœπš πšπš›πšŠπš’πš— πšŠπš—πš πš–πšŽπšŽπš πš˜πšžπš›πšœπšŽπš•πšŸπšŽπšœ πš‘πšŠπš•πšπš πšŠπš’.
β€˜Daith’, β€˜conch’ and β€˜nosegay’ describe a variety of body piercings. Historically, a nosegay (in the small-bouquet-of-flowers sense of the word) was either hand-held or attached to clothing to fend off disease and plague.

β€˜I had choosen the path of the black sheep
rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.’
- Magenta Periwinkle, Cutting Class
Abner Ros Nov 2020
Copper walls insulated the cold heart of gold,
Β Β  with limbs of steel extending out,
touching the comparably icy concrete floor.
Β Β  The perfectly symmetrical skull of bronze contained
Β Β  an inhumanly small encephalon of cobalt,
packed with scarlet wires and a
near invisible flashing microchip.

Alone in the sterile room,
the infantile Adam,
now standing for the first time,
observed his surroundings as he further
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  extended out his limbs – taking his first steps.
Eola Dec 2020
The metal boxes which burn people’s eyes

Are a way to escape one plague by immersing into another

On it the people are communicating with portraits

That look like deceased ones' photos
Guess
jack cariad leon Nov 2020
I’m going to [torture method] you with my [synonym for genitals]
annh Nov 2020
We burrow where they lie, our fallen brothers. Old sweats and fledgling crow bags, both. In death as in life, they have our back…and so we plough on into the abyss by the light of a caged phosphorus flare, hot metal spraying the midnight hour like some vengeful fay’s buckshot.

A human scaffoldΒ supports us for the distance of four miles. That’s Piccadilly to Hampstead; Circus to Heath.Β The length of a lifetime…ofΒ Β hundreds of lifetimes. In the winter when the rains come and the trenches run like a quartermaster’s latrine, the soil sloughs awayΒ to reveal the ossuary within. It is then that I, in my now customary delirium, imagine that I can reach out to shake their hand again.

β€˜Sunrise and sunset are blasphemous…only the black rain out of the bruised and swollen clouds…is fit atmosphere in such a land. The rain drives on, the stinking mud becomes more evilly yellow, the shell-holes fill up with green-white water, the roads and tracks are covered in inches of slime, the black dying trees ooze and sweat and the shells never cease…they plunge into the grave which is this land.’
- Modris Eksteins, Rites of Spring: The Great War and the Birth of the Modern Age

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcgceA64aAI
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