"nephilim" poems
From the moment I walked in,
I felt the piercing eyes.
Same eyes that nailed Jesus to the wooden cross.
Jesus said, by this,
all man will know you are my disciples,
if you have love one to another.
Pharisees, Pharisees, Pharisees.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen into apostasy.
Like the Nephilim which came & has yet to come again.
Surely heading back to the beginning, the Days of Noah.
The entire time I sat in those fold-up chairs,
my heart couldn't stop racing.
Perhaps it was the spirits aligning to seek whom they may devour.
Heard many vain repetitions today,
didn't Jesus say that's what heathens do?
For they think that they will be heard for their many words.
We all crucified the Lord Jesus Christ.
We have all blasphemed.
One perfect Godman died on our behalf,
then rose 3 days later to break the curse.
Sacrificial love.
Let us not break bread & drink grape juice.
Guess you never knew that's symbology for cannibalism.
In which He never commanded us to do.
Simply two commands were left.
Love God with all your heart,
with all your soul & with all your mind.
Secondly, love your neighbor as you love yourself.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Dull lips give way to a finely sharpened tongue.
Soft skin slides underhand like roughly hidden scales.
*You asked of me to bare my blood.
Both times I cut my veins for you.
Both times you asked for more
And I bled once again,
for you, my Prince.*
A hand touches my soul; held within the demons greedy paws.
All the while, I wonder why, I let you continue to rein over me.
An insufferable plague you have bestowed over my brow.
Nay...
My heart.
My heart quakes from Lust's tightening grip.
My veins bleeding for you...
A card dealt from the sleight of a devils right hands.
A dagger in the left, aimed for the back.
- Hark -
The call of darkness beckons me on-wards.
Calling me home through the red fog and the vile pit of hatred.
*When you asked for me; I was yours.
Then, when you asked for another,
I withdrew...*
You are an enigma, in your entirety.
Oh, sweet angel
burden with a devils twisted soul.
You shall burn forlorn in a delightful blue flame.
*Alas, ask once more my Nephilim Prince.
Ask;
and I shall bleed my veins for you.*
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
It's moments like these that I remember the way it was... The heavy burdens on a poets soul protected by a shield of light...
We were like trees...
Outside we were tough
Seen as just a bunch of kids
Fooling around, having fun
All without a care in the world
But inside,
Beetles tore through our veins
Eating away at our sanity and
Our minds.
We were all crumbling apart inside.
No longer were we innocent angels of heaven.
Now we were the tortured Nephilim,
Forsaken, clawed, vicious
For blood,
For secrets,
For each other's hearts.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
**This poem can be heard as a
Spoken word (read by me)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
IoAeA6nYH5A**
There are some who fool around
With human DNA
They say it's a progessive step
For the world today.
The deciphered human genome
Is a plaything in their hands
Just a toy to then employ
And change the state of man.
"Change your child's DNA!
He's strong as a horse!
He can be, and he can see
Like a hawk, of course!"
Just like in the movies
They've conditioned us for that.
Vampires and werewolves
And woman morphed to cat!
We can all be cyborgs!
Robotic legs and things!
We can be like Batman
But with automated wings!
Let's just look at Genesis
Look at chapter 6
Those beast/man Nephilim
Did actually exist!
The Watchers came and mated
With human women fair
The Sons of God were demons,
So we'd best have a care!
God had to drown the demon-spawn
To save the human race
The waters flooded over them
And there was not a trace.
Now God found Noah perfect
For he had a pure bloodline
There was in him no change
From God's original design.
Now, folks, what will happen
When human beings aspire
To be like animals yet again?
This time there'll be FIRE!!!
What about our tender hearts?
Do they matter anymore?
The world's consumed with evil
You'd best know what's in store.
When we're no longer human
But have a cyborg mind
Will mankind ever be the same?
Godly? Loving? KIND?
Humans enslaved for weakness
Do you find that odd?
We will be a "Super Race"
Usurp the Will of God.
Will there be salvation?
Or will it be too late?
When men go and take the role
Of the God they hate?
Be glad that God loves us!
For we were made like Him.
He wants to take us from this place!
He wants us to WIN!!!
Is this all science fiction?
Watch the news! It's PLANNED!
Babies being altered
To unnatural lifespans!
Because of overweening pride
We mess with things divine
Enter human suffering -
EXIT HUMANKIND.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Her life was full of adventure
Cascading around as if she were on ice-skates
Sliding around life's edge
Daring temptations
And
Yet she lays here
Upon this empty casket
Unburdened
Unresolved
Unbounded by fates gentle, but cruel ties
I can almost hear her last gasp of breath
Her eye lids obstructed shut
And
Our heads dip down
As the Song of Nephilim plays
The Grim Reaper wields his scythe of death once more
Ending her final days
And
Sending her across the River Styx
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Clouds like arctic mountains surround me
My thoughts are becoming fog;
I have been engulfed
By my own pavid being
Where my disturbances of thought
Are evil and I am pure love
Dead in a world so alive.
The fiery soul of nephilim
Acknowledging the conclave-
Heaven creating Hell;
Made by their own for their own
Heavens sacrifice
Residing peacefully alive in a dead world
Synergistically intoxicating
My paralysed mind
The eternal love of all Gods legions
For the sake of Hell
And the salvation of Heaven,
The dawn of Elysium rising
Concordantly above mortal reasoning
Forever in Pergutory.
Now remembering
Dreamt dreams dreamt i cry
As I watch my beating heart
Fall upon the ground
Like a bird of prey with broken wings,
My hearts bitter sweetness fading
Untoward Heavens hellish passion.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
Christ and Satan walks the earth
Between three and six am
when drunken minds wonder their worth
And the powers that be possess them.
When its come to me and them
I am more in between
Than the seem down your jeans
That splits your *** in two.
The black **** in between your tiles
That you can not clean.
I do drugs
But I am far from a fiend
I am drugs
The one the people crave
And will always love
I am the rising son
Brighter than
The morning sun
From a place where
the heroes run
And the ******* children
Are always shunned
And made fun
I am the rising son.
The Nephilim
Keep your eye
to the rising son
For my light within
Is far from
The darkest dim.
I am Nephilim.
Far from the normal
Yet close to the insane.
Enlightened thoughts
swim through my brain
As big as Jonah's whale
Covered in flames from hell
and from above.
Those that are blind
Would say that I've gone mad.
In reality I'm just sad
And depressed.
Because in this mad world
The brightest minds are oppressed.
I am obsessed with the thought
If I am blessed by Jehovah
Or have I turned over possessed
By Satan and his aura.
When it comes down to this
Wicked **** that I've spit
Upon this page
You don't know ****
I am the rising son
Brighter than
The morning sun
From a place where
the heroes run
And the ******* children
Are always shunned
And made fun
I am the rising son.
The Nephilim
Keep your eye
to the rising son
For the light within
Is far from
The darkest dim.
I am Nephilim.
Four *******
And a third eye.
This is the answer why.
We need more before the end
Draws nigh.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Beyond the lurid hills of wonder and the mirror lake,
A land of livelihood and mirthful wake.
Where seraphim touch the facade of nature's beauty,
Where nephilim perform their sacred duty.
The vast expanse of ethereal asunder,
The demons quake in its peaceful slumber.
A paradise for few where the holy once held,
Now the desires to consecrate purposes will meld.
The fruitful trees of an innocuous test,
Which hold the desires of men in its breadth.
The wary traveler dare not stay,
For in the garden will you shy away.
Breathe the breath of a thousand days,
Yearn for the fruit from an eternal wage.
The garden of life, the garden of sages.
The angels will call, and to the cull shall sin fall.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
There is a war we wage on God
When the heavens open up, his angels fall
Down to the ground at the end of our feet
Giving death to all that oppose the great Nephilim
Even Lucifer himself wishes to topple us with sending his demons
We just laugh at their pathetic attempts
Crawling up our legs like little ants till we just flick them away
The ground littered with a mix of crushed bones and mud made of blood
Blood flowed faster then wine from a Nephilim clay urn
Demon blood and angel blood mixed with human blood
All under the disproving glare of their God
War was the way of life for Nephilim, Humans, Demons and Angels
Godly and ungodly armor covered their rotting corpses on the battlefield called earth
As others fought a war, we played
Played with the bodies like children
Thinking nothing could ever stop our might
But what happened next not even the great thinkers could imagine
Watching as the sky weeped with water down onto the earth
Hearing screams echo across the land with my only thought being “how desperate can God be?
In all the history of man there was never rain
The Nephilim had never known rain either until that day
But neither did the demons and the angels
When the first drops fell the fighting stopped
the screams of panic rang out from all of the beings on earth
Forty days and forty nights the rains fell on earth
Many of lives were lost, but not all
Demons still continued their ongoing sins
Matting with humans to create more Nephilims
That was till an agreement was met between God and Lucifer
Locking away all those that dare touch the human females
All the remaining Nephilims fell to deaths hands
The mighty abominations finally died off
Killed from the fear that we put into Gods eyes
Humans soon forgot about the Nephilims and their ways
But humans forget a lot of things...
It did not help that the angels destroyed what evidence there was left
And history by word of mouth is bound to become just myth, just legend
But the bible of the christians still talk about the people
Born of demons and humans, the heros that are forgotten
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
i.
Seraphim, betimes we shalt crack this inter-web bourn, awaiteth I, tis with tear's from these eye's, though the waiting wilt purify, ourn ventricles to an unfamiliar door.
ii.
None reason for Affright, mine soul doth leadeth the way, O' amour' Jane, thine hari's here to stay. Afresh to the new day, ourn canorous spirit's pave the serenade; something lost to olden flutes.
iii.
Barefeet- None sandals, the luggage we carrieth wilt be of God, almighty; supernatural. Powerful crystalline stone- lucid, god-hand castles.
iv.
It's not against flesh and blood love, that we do wrestle, but against spiritual wickedness in high and low places, we conquer demonic armies, and nephilim faces. An ambassage we sendeth to the human races, that they mayest love another, and forgive, and to forget their past disgraces. As tis Queen Jane; alms wilt be seen on the wall's, encased with ourn names. As I wilt catcheth thee, when through the cloud's thou doth fall...
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
They are not "aliens"
They are the Nephilim
Interdimensional creatures
The fallen ones
The mark of the beast
Will contain Nephilim DNA
Most people of the world
Have no understanding
Regarding spiritual matters
The worldwide disinformation program
Nears its completion
Don't open up your homes
To the Nephilim
They will claim to be the saviors of mankind
They are filthy liars
And they will burn in the lake of fire
With their father, satan
Jesus of Nazareth Is Lord
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
When the rain comes rushn in
the deceivers will drown in
a pool of their own festuring sin
Crushed and hushed of true emotion
watching the brainwash box of vision
dictating life void of confusion
Conditioned eyes judge then pry with ego pride
emotionally faceless lost in the timelessness
of deep dark spaceness
Chase this
Pace this
Hit this
Miss this
Kiss this
Think of this
Love this and
Embrace this
The path X comes once every 36
when the Nephilim return for their brew
youd better know what to do when chaos insues
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
I am a wolf that looks upon sheep.
Do not fear me,
but fear the wolves who pose as sheep,
as they are the profiteers of woe.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
Another poem entitled "last of a dying breed"
September second in the midst of '86
I got into some serious ishh
Tied to an embilical chord
I could hear all of my mothers word
Praying that i come out healthy
At six forty three pm me and my twin
Came out wealthy mind naked
To all knowledge around
All I seen was bright lights
Crying once she held me tight in her sight cuz of the pain
I endured in the fetal position
I knew when i came out i had a proposition
Put an end to evil commission
Hiding in high spiritual places
Angel with ***** faces no remorse
I got no redemption
Since the Most High put me on this earth
I knew my worth
Wisdom sits more higher than gold and silver
For they nothing but sand and clay
Man made by nephilim that's what we witness
Today i say
Pay attention while yall minds in detention
I'm trying to form a coalition
Reform my thoughts ever since i learn how to read
**** why my fathers made me a corrupt seed
Now im tryna make a reality in a fantasy
The world aint nothing but wizardry to me
Feelin' a time where the wicked sadistic
Ruling over the world just being realistic
How you gonna chase a dream
When you gotta be asleep to get the cream?
Take heed as i transform the scene
Hopefully your consciousness wakes up
Before ya die and open ya third eye
For you come into this world with nothing
Dont be glutton to money
Cuz ya die alone with nothing
By yourside its just body returning to thegrave
So dont follow this new trending wave
They want ya to be well behaved
Alot of folks say they following jesus
But he was a revolutionary til he bit the dust
Put all my trust
In the Most High He got me til they day i die
So why ask why ?my my my
I wish I could have grown up a better ****
Planted with better seeds this is lifes creed
As the demons feed indeed
Trying put an end to mankind existence
This is the Last of a dying breed
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
What am I to be when others define who I am?!
Foolish mortals! How dare they! Am I realize this "friendship" is a scam?!
Friendship is nothing more than a torch to be blown by winds of change!
It is utterly meaningless when fools enjoy me for my many rages!
What am I?! Am I to be cast to oblivion?! To depths deeper than hell?!
Let those who abuse me, let no mercy be done! Let God tell!
Allow the strikes of death and plague to be unleashed unto to them!
And ensure their coffins sealed, for they shall be devoured by Nephilim!
Make peace unto me, their misrepresentations decide who live or dies!
Make them pay, their bodies scorched by fire where their bodies lie!
Peace and justice will be made to me, because I shall possess the keys!
Make of them suffering and eternal torment, and destroy their families!
I shall be forever victorious and crush my enemies underneath my feet!
And their puny and insignificant presence, ha! They shall face defeat!
No longer will my "friends" use me once and dispose of me immediately!
I will be ruler of a world where my castle everyone be amazed will see!
The majesty of my wonderful rule! When I die, I shall leave a legacy!
"He is he who destroyed his foes and casted them to the guillotine."
"His past was days when people of his mocked with such keen."
"But he rose from his sorrow and by his sword his enemies fell."
"His blood of vengeance runs through the rivers to the dells."
This will be written that of my tombstone when the time is right.
And when my enemies rise again from the shadows, I shall put my light!
The light of my truth, my justice, and my ways to live right!
Their oppositions crushed thousandfold and my armies unstoppable!
Let my revenge from the past fuel the finale that is incomprehensible!
Meteorites from heaven of flame become redder by my enemies' blood!
Even if they rise the flag of surrender, I refuse! Make them shunned!
And so my kingdom is at peace, when war halts and revenge is done!
Let their be tranquility in my land at last, now let freedom run!
Allow the spirit of freedom to spread across my great land!
And where enemies fall, make my virtues and glory stand!
Where people of the millionfold descend to see and adore me!
And at last, make my revenge and cleanse it. It is now free.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Your skin becoming pastel finger prints
Gently riveting the drift
Letting blood like the month of July
Favorite blessings, dragging the stone closing the tomb
Assumed the tracer swiped my eye before the void space let it compost
Kirill committed arson, viddied a sin never seductive as this particular perp made it
Feeling all the goodness coming out through lipid ducts
And taking to the ground at my feet
Attached partners washing with mercury sulfide nitrocellulose, cosmetic choices
And rather letting in slow death chemicals
Ever like the beastly aroma of your saliva and salty tears
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Cut to the scene of horrors
I'm distant, some reason I felt for you
Some reason I dealt your feelings with you
Is it the glow
Face for face
That I was empathy, for you
That I want close to you
**** the poison out in hopes of loving your and the rest
Large screen projecting the best as it gets
Dark and when you turn
I thought I saw near skin erase and uncover bare bones to taste
All that I must **** out the poison from
This film was sad and glum
This film shown me the gun
Eventually that I was to orchestrate the ending from
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
Once remembered as beauteous blue-eyed angels
Who assiduously served the creator
Now they curse him from the pits of their cold hearts
Once deemed the holy ones
Who shined the brightest
Free will and they chose evil over good
The greatest sin, unpardonable!
Defiance against heaven itself
The fallen and their father, the angel of light
Whose actions gave way to torment
Cast down from heaven down to the
earth
Unholy unions with humans they created and sired the nephilim
God descended upon them and brought the flood
Wiped out all of mankind from the face of the earth except for a few holy ones who weren't tainted
The fallen did not all perish
Some seeked refuge in the seas
They inhabit the waters as demons
Seeking retribution
With rayless halos and ruptured wings
They continue to sin
Polluting mankind
Come judgement day they will be cast down into hell into the eternal darkness
To melt in the sea of fire
For all eternity
They cannot be redeemed for their sins will remain
Listen as God cries at what has become of his creation
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
And it Was that The Holy Father created Man in his image with Adam
And as well it Was that Eve followed in the recurrent fathom.
So that balance was brought about to the world of men,
The Fallen, Son Of The Morning, leading them,
Sinned most grievously upon the Father Of The World,
That in the End, The Lord found something to be abhorred
Through many Ages and upon battlefields Heavenly and Demonic,
The Earth then found its paradise to become quite rotted,
The blood of the fallen Angelic creations
Stained so the ground, that interpretations
Failed to meet the descriptive magnitude,
To begin to scribe the crimson-red deluge.
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What seemed to be Eternity had passed,
More than some, sick of fighting, took chance,
To live, to escape to the safety of Earth,
To baptize themselves in what once was paradise and birth,
God’s Angels and Lucifer’s commanders both
Fled to live with hope of peace and wroth
The beginnings of the end, without intent,
The destruction would result in the death of the children,
Created of Man, Angel, And Devil’s mixed seed,
The Nephilim created with all spliced genes,
Superior to Our Father’s first,
In strength, in mind, in spiritual girth,
Recorded Here are Scriptures of the last
God-like children from the past,
Describing their Parents in personal detail,
Shedding light then, on where modern day fails
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
i
Aloof aback the nether antechamber
Abaddon tried to calleth out mine name
Aba composition's awoke from smoke
Whilst nephilim brutes were left untamed.
ii
They bit me and they gripped me with
Their nail's of poison and polunium whip's
Through the old agaric horror play oubliette
Obelisk's, of troglodyte monstrosity!!!!
iii
The nearing was open, yet to far off
I felt the crimson color, up mine lung's I coughed
Mine calumus pinion's all were eventually lost
For I was mocked, as the legion scoffed.
iv
Scourged I was, as mine back was chopped
Like glass bead's hitting a gentle rock
They cracked mine sweetly frame, and made a pop
Mine soul was dying, mine head was lost.
v
Yet in the destination of this witching hour
Cameth in Gabriel and Michael of all unknown power's
They arrayed this hell with celestial shower's
They freed me of mine inferno, and tooketh me to the higher sire.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.....
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
Angel Of Love, and The greatness of God,
Hadraniel who guided Moses, to spare the rod,
Standing two full million miles tall,
Lightning produced at each syllable called,
A Keeper of the Second Heavenly Gate,
He was tricked as some Angels escaped,
If not for this instance, there might not be,
A single Nephilim in history,
Once rebuked by God for failing,
Hadraniel has since found naught worth saying,
Standing mute, a sentinel for the Bound,
He wished to scour the Earth, shake the ground,
Given the option, he would indeed,
Bring all missing Angels to their knees,
To beg forgiveness from He Who Gives,
And to seek in The Father, to yet again live.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Yeshua is in me
And I'm outside of time
The bride of Christ Jesus
Knows the hour is late
A trigger event
In NYC
A false flag event, an explosion
Three days of darkness
A fiery asteroid
A worldwide earthquake
The heavens and the earth shall shake
On that great and terrible day of the Lord
The return of the Nephilim
The beast from the sea shall rise
America Mystery Babylon
Will have a new leader soon
Barack Obama, the coming antichrist
Now is a good time
To repent of your sins
To draw near to Yeshua of Nazareth
These are the end times
Sleepers awake
On the edge of eternity
There is always a distraction
And the ones that never see
Are spiritually blinded
Pray for the lukewarm and the lost
Yeshua of Nazareth Is Lord
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
Dispatched to seek out the “traitors” of High,
Michael, Archangel of the sky,
With God’s wrath in heavy tow,
Would bring about our kind to woe,
He tortured Angels and Devils alike,
Until he came to Azrael’s Scythe,
One of the most glorious battles,
Michael and Azrael had no previous quarrels,
They slashed, parried, savaged and fought,
Until such a time as a season wrought
The Snow and sadness of Death and Decay,
Azrael’s strength was abound this day,
And as the Scythe found Michael’s neck,
Michael lowered his sword, all vexed,
Afraid of his Father for his apparent failure,
Azrael began to speak of the Savior,
Who one day would save the good of Earth,
Although Angels do not share this birth,
Michael then decided to stay and in moral,
Like Azrael, protecting all of the mortals,
He chose to leave Heaven for Earth in time,
Until Gabriel was to come collecting his fine.
And in this decision, Michael hid himself from God,
So that The Father believing Michael was lost,
Wept in His glorious stead,
Thinking that His Archangel was dead,
He spoke unto the remaining Six,
He spoke and then they were convinced,
The Parents of Nephilim had struck Michael down,
It was then, Gabriel swore, he would see his brother found.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
He sweats in Nephilim
and has nightmares of little men named Dave
Life is the giant slayer
of the thirteen year old boy afraid to shower at the school gym
But that was long ago over many potholed highways of chance and circumstance
Today's pockets have fishhook's sewn in the threads , borne bare from reaching for too much and beyond
Delete my words of care and condemn them to your black hole of desperation
Eternal bound frauds cut the bubble wrapped dragons of division and petrify their legacy in granite monuments on lawns that never raised a leaf to this life
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Nephilim induced,
Created by gods own hands,
Poetic muse,
A slave to thy world,
Lost to man!!!
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC