"diaboli" poems
How can you
blame me when
you made
me this way.
You gave me
free will, and knew
what I would do.
You predestined me
to lose.
I didn't choose
these terrible
wings of destiny;
you did it for me.
I wanted to be
Michael or Gabriel instead
of Lucifer.
I know there needed
to be a war,
and an enemy,
but why me?
I despise this
black soul.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC
Satietatem potare dulci nectare tua desiderium ego
Ad nos transeat, usque mane
Nostra corpora convol
Corpora nostra lusibus
Sol ortus, Sitis commoratur
Amorem vivere devora tua suavita
Vitae caelestis
Nostra ad et aut angelus diaboli
Quod viget, vitae singulis nobis,
Retorta peccatorum gaudium de salute nos
Corpora *** carnis luxuriam
Tenebrae concupiscentiis saginatus
Dolorem voluptatem servus
Impium impium fames
Sanctus diversitas peccatorum
Ita et nos, in manus nostras et amore peccatorum nos
Nos ad unum corpus est cor
Translation Latin to English
I drink my fill of sweet nectar of your desire
To pass to us until morning
Our bodies roll
Our bodies dance
The sun rises, thirst lingers
Love, live, eat your sweetness
heavenly life
Our call to the devil or an angel
That is active, the life of each of us,
Twisted sins, the joy of our salvation
Bodies with carnal lust
Dark desires fed
Pain and pleasure slave
wicked, wicked hunger
Holy diversity of sins
Even so we, in our hands, and the love of our sins
We are one body and heart
~Wes Noneya
My Latin isn't the best but I gave it a go. I like both versions.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Lucifer was my first lover,
Now I have a twisted fantasy seeping darkness into my head.
I can no longer grow brain cells but I can now grow horns.
Splitting out ot my skull like thorns from a branch.
There's dried blood dripping down the crown of forehead again.
Dancing with the devil is child's play.
He's wrapped a chain around my neck.
Belts upon my arms, ties around my legs.
I'm fully undressed and unholy.
Light the circular fire while I become my purest form.
Lay me on dirt while the embers silhouette around me.
I'm burning like amber, illuminating the nights sky.
This is a ritual, I can take it. I'm not human, I'm reborn.
Mephistopheles' forked tongue spits gasoline over pale skin.
Imp's are beating on drums as the ceremony begins.
Sacrifice me, I am the chosen one.
Beat me until I believe.
Face down in damp soil I'm a mural against the green.
The mausoleum next to me will guide my spirit where it needs to be.
Lily-livered eyes cremate excervasion into my flesh.
Taloned hands drag my body to the crypt.
Bathe me in others as unfortunate as me,
Then dress me in Ivy so those in the underworld can see:
I'm the "Purest Form Of Innocence."
The one who was once "Me" has finally become "We."
The Archfiend tells me to kneel and I obey his every command.
Falexn eyes control me to undress myself once again.
" Filia Diaboli" He calls me as he places his hands on my head.
I feel my body ascend through the dirt I used to lay.
And when I open my fawn eyes, I'm in the real world once again.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
The Cynic in me buries the optimist and the pessimist side by side, leaving the realist rotting on top.
What a dog I've become.
A hound to howl against hope; an advocatus diaboli for nil and all, but that's what I've become... that's what I am.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
Mundus reality is Nigeria feminarum
amor albus mulieres in Civitatibus
Foederatis Americae Virgo Maria
has pneumonia and galaxy Grecka,
the mane in the joyful pretense
quaestio de regina et naturalis petra horti
hortulani in horto, aurantiaco et infantem
rex The wall frees artes diaboli, et diaboli
matris petita arboribus pretium, lux pluviam
in permanent ************ accessories,
expectations and list.defeated Gloria
Sky high socks gravida viverra, approved
by the state for the Japanese licentia
monstri insidiis foraminis C. C, confidens
in all animals, conversus ad indendum
mundi gelida Hills
Snooch black dress when we are asleep
the school of team play is over, a kind
of Secret for Oral Care. There are three
men in the darkness, and in the morning,
Baloo of the richest did not meet Marcus
Cato of England it is the right of the powder
must be fully. Listened at the door of the
republic, the powder must be determined
on socks. Car Simple would be stripped
of the seas, the lips of your noble seed shall
be cast up in mounds he may devour
to be taught and flourish by the walls
of ******* was of the fine linen of Satan,
the devil and the money in the price
and I understand the mother of the rain
in the summer and the wood, the age
of the table, the girl on the waiting list,
if a man is wearing a tie and broken
Sky's Glory Sky high socks pregnant
Japanese cartoon monster's license to
ambush drinking poison living in a state
run by the hole's completely frozen Hills.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC