#blasphemy
To know you’re the sun, and to yet wear sunglasses.
To know you’re the moon, and to yet never wonder your beauty in the night sky.
To know you’re the flower, and yet to pick yourself up and leave to wilt in a vase.
To know you’re a bird, and to walk in a cage.
To know you’re the sky, and still attempt to touch the earth.
To know you’re death, and yet marvel at the process of birth.
To know you’re inevitable, and yet keep a plan B.
To know you’re evil, and yet pretend to be divinity.
To know you’re divine, and to yet partake in blasphemy—
is the essence of being human,
and the secret to my humanity.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
A whining whisper would always come out of my mouth
Whether it's in the quiet nights—kneeling before my altar,
or the nights where I kneel before you telling me to be quiet.
You do give me the familiarity of kneeling before God,
The warmth on my skin igniting my cold blood,
The quiet begging that just won't be heard,
The bruises carving faith onto my knees.
I believe that God has finally seen me
The way that the bruises started crawling up into my thighs, carving what seems to be long paths of a complex color of red.
Is it weird that the bruises seems to burn more than they ache?
I should believe it that you're a mortal bearing what's holy, sending His message through your hands.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 4:46 AM UTC
My ambitions made me devour you.
Blinded by pleasure, just to seek sweet relief from you.
You're the devil in this seduction.
You're devotion wrapped in silk.
You're not Eve, not Adam,
but the hiss beneath the tree
that I willingly bit.
How can I forget your scent?
It lingers like fog after a shower spent.
Will you take me to paradise,
or burn with me in the fiery pits?
Every time you're near, the tides in me arise.
Your touch feels like damnation.
Every time I feel you, I'm further away from salvation.
Blood has never tasted this good,
tears have never made me look so good.
Will you look at me as you sing my name?
Do you even hear me pleading as I try to be sane?
Are you the chaos who will unravel what's underneath?
Tell me all your secrets while I am beneath.
You taste like blasphemy,
taking away all the holiness in me.
Your hands continue to taint me.
The way you move has been taunting me.
Being with you feels sacrilegious.
Devotion has never felt this good when I'm not even religious.
- N.V. 🥀
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
You want to fight?
Alright
Let me get your gloves
And tie my hands behind my back
Because there's no point in a counter attack
You don't care
That's fact
Every word i say to you is just thin air
Arguing that all your low blows are fair
And your violence twords me?
It's all acceptable crazy
And my "FUUCK YOU!" retort is blasphemy
i have to accept your every issue
Acknowledge what you have and are currently going through
And for the most part i do
But when it comes to anything to do with me
All of a sudden you can't see
What happened to "we"?
Conveniently disappearing quickly
Replaced with a lowly "me"
This isn't a reality that i want to live anymore
So this time when i paddle out i'll sink the ore
There'll be no more attempts to return to shore
©2024
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 2:51 AM UTC
I've shut down so completely it's profound and I've now lost touch with reality
What I want to be and what I'll never be eventually co-mingle and become one entity
The blasphemy, the phony sanctimony and hypocrisy blast from me
I try awkwardly to juggle all three, run 'em up the flag pole, wait and see
Hear ye, hear ye...another blunder here for your amusement, come see
Woe is me! An empty plea for pity ******* by a request to be put out of my misery
It's plane to see, at least by me, that I'm my own worst enemy, I'm no friend to me
Bad karma stacks rapidly atop the early onset of senility
Losing my mind was an inevitability but that was my only company
...now it's only me...
The notion that behind every smile you'll find your happy is, in it's self, a fallacy
©2023
Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC
"So Man created god in his own image,in the image Man,he created him,Pagan and Non-Pagan he created them"
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 4:00 PM UTC
My love is blasphemous
As long as you are the one
who I worship
STOP
Wait
I'm on my knees again,
Begging and pleading
For your eternal salvation,
To not leave me
In eternal damnation
I shouldn't be on my knees
Thinking you'll pardon me
To the judgement that you'll bring
But I'll always be your dog
Obeying every command
Knowing that someday
When you grow weary
I will no longer be of use
Then set me to the depths of hell
And leave me to perish
As I say again
"No more"
To the manipulative tongue of yours
That I once thought
Where heaven flows;
Where gospel speaks.
But they were
Words of manipulation
Equating to comfort.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
Adam's hand wrestled and bound:
unsubmitting, defiant, in anger, rages;
The Name of the upper hand is known,
but denied, and the Son of Man blasphemed.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC
With the open gates of Babylon
the holy flood poured on and on
through frond-covered stone ways
on grieving Palm Sunday
and the ****** water endlessly rushed
as if turned to wine by Jesus's touch
we were his disciples but behaved like sinners
he walked on water as we took from the rich
the godless romans were quick to condemn us
thus Jesus was crucified for being a witch
they set our stakes ablaze in the night
the darkness enflamed by unholy light
covered our heads with white cotton hoods
and barefoot we stumbled through dusk-silenced woods
we could hear the flames crack like whips in the dark
as they reached for us who were blessed with death's mark.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
I've long stopped believing in religion
Long known it's all just bogus
I just can't seem to find my place
Between these long, empty pews
And I've never actually felt at peace
From those countless peace-be-with-you's
And what need do I have for a choir
When the voices in my head are in chorus?
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
The silence which would come after
the breaking of that seal
was my babe in her being;
The dreading and the awe; The christening in God’s grand ritual.
She stands at the mouth of this awful plan
My babe, handing the trumpets with solemn apathy.
And the rivers of blood are my babe,
And the plagues that punish are my babe
And nothing comes of begging,
Of pleading for some undeserved mercy
Because my babe is the birth,
and my babe is the end.
My babe is the wing, the fall doused in sleep
And the euphoria of sin, ephemera of earth
The dying and rising of the tides, their gentleness and their bringing.
The silence and the peace as it turns to blood;
The wave’s wine-loved singsong.
My gentle lover, who held my hand and led me into the waters.
My muddied huntress
who would **** the woodland babes
with dagger and ruthless compassion
to feed me rabbit stew
those sickly nights.
God, God, Were you not all merciful and good?
Release her from your taking,
Drop her from your unforgiving claws,
You; Beast of my life, Slithering King.
There is no end truer than that which you’ve done to me–
Your measly bringing of the end times
shines dim beside the fires of my grief.
Take me to the end of the earth,
Take me into your everlasting loving
My sun, chosen thing of God
who looks at me from a dark cloud;
My babe, In her solemn apathy,
My babe, In the quiet glistening of
her wet cheek.
O Lover, full of grace,
Death servant and God-taken;
I’ll die. I’ll die.
My babe, the Lion.
My babe, the Lamb.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
God lied. Women were born from the earth.
Crawled from the sea. Risen from your lake in the wood.
They were made from the dead fires of earth; formed from the ash,
Running, Screaming towards God their name.
It was man who came second.
It was man who was God’s afterthought,
pulled from the side of the almighty Woman.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
I wonder if you know
how often I pass
that church door where we kissed
(and kissed, and kissed)
Or how I'd desecrate
a thousand more
just to do it again
(and again, and again).
It feels now like a deal with the devil,
and too good, it lasted as long as one would.
For rapturous blasphemy, for ludicrous bliss,
I sold all my fears for just one shot at this.
I wonder if you know
that we are our own devils,
that nothing's contracted
that can't be redacted
That we spin our own fates
and can re-thread our revels -
Did you know? But you must,
(you must, you must.)
Yet I'm sure that you won't
and that all that we built
is crumbling, returning,
To dust, to dust.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
Her beauty was almost sinful,
but taking my eyes off of her
would have been blasphemous.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
On the devil's back
I will harvest death.
Even he is not as lifeless
as my existence.
Evil, fear and terror
are the new allies
that stand by my side.
God must cry.
Looking into my eyes
he will recognize himself
and burn the world to the ground.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
I am so proud, so indefatigable in defence of myself.
You bring me down, down to my knees, hard enough to make me bleed, grit in the wounds and
I will kneel here, while you circle, show you my devotion if you would but look;
I am little more to you than a supplicant.
Oh feel my hands clasped together in prayer, whispered words that wind their way round you;
Feel my wanting, feel my wine drunk breath, holy communion is so close at hand.
You could take me palm to palm,
Kisses just like saints have done,
Know that I burn for you, on my hands and knees.
I’ve never begged before, but for you I’d pray
For you I’d wait forever, in sanctity and ablution till my skin grew cold beneath holy waters.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
harsh lessons came with lesions on my skin
i spoke too little or i spoke too much
i didn't speak soon enough
harsh lessons taught to save me from sin
thinking too broad and wearing clothes too thin
crucified for a peace of mind
harsh lessons left a lasting impression
memories flashing into my vision
blinding my traumatized eyes
biting my blasphemous tongue
blood is thicker than water
i choked on chastity
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Sacred blood,
dripping from wooden cross.
Washing them away,
with ****** tears of her loss.
Dethroned king cry,
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Heavens silent it remain,
their son of God died in vain.
From holiness of her mother womb,
through this cold world to left alone in tomb.
Immaculate divine,
shall cast pearls before swine,
glory and pride will perish,
it shall bow in front of lord of mine.
On the right side of God, Eden's excrement,
it shall see morning star on their firmament.
Under thy wing, holy trinity destruction,
angels standing on the brink of extinction.
I thirst for waters of Ain,
I commend my spirit to the Satan domain.
As I break tablets of covenant over their calf of the gold,
I shall unleash infernal flames and turn world into cold.
Our scream goes through cosmo, Adonai can hear,
fallen angels shall return to the heavens and he will fear.
Marching through house of God,
bringing annihilation.
I open the seventh seal,
brining death over their creation.
Bringer of the light standing above the heavens,
trumpets blow for his coronation.
Wield with his banner over thy land,
for its uprising damnation.
Woman, behold your son.
By thy touch of the left hand of God,
he will succumb.
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing,
praying to their Elohim, not knowing for the real king.
by the times it end, world stop turning,
heavens reduced to ruin,
Sinain will be burning.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC