Upon the masses there was unleashed,
A wretched, twisted man.
The soul inside contorted, corrupted,
Consumed by Abaddon’s hand
Rivers will run
And flesh will peel.
Obliteration follows in his wake.
And the little hands
Of those little children
Lovingly he’ll take.
Seducing sweetly like Amdusias’ horn,
Until limb from limb
He has them torn.
Raining from his hands:
A cascade of gore.
Drip-drop, drip-drop.
Landing on the floor.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Carrion Caretaker Part II
Written by The Caretaker
Sordid crows look upon sordid masses
Breathing nightmares upon them with but a whim
Oh what a notion
To be desired
By this echoing, creeping, growing, lasting, brooding darkness
Soon the feast begins
The tides do change again
I softly take your hand
To become an evil, twisted man
Turn on the masters twin
Subdue the rush
Frost white burial
Death like ceremonial
Passive and extravagant
Contort the will of the fate or destiny or cause or concern or status of world to come
Bleed out the despair
Bleed in the hunger
Feed the madness
Sever the masses
Shape to this wretched crooked throne
Stained in blood and ash
Darkened with age
To affix with this structure so tall and malevolent
To become
Become depraved
Become corrupt
Become wicked and vile
To discern all around you as decrepit and barren
Wake
And totality will overtake the infants
Breeding in the pools of blood
And sweat and tears
Raping the survivors
So they become the last.
Carrion Caretaker Part I
Written by Cellar Dorre and The Caretaker
Where did the thick black outlines go?
They converged with the skin.
Creating a pantheistic mass of colour,
that swirled and lifted to heights once viewed by demi gods and immortals.
Only to plummet back down to the cracked and weary surface of a tangible hell.
and was taken in small increments only to be fed to lepers sitting atop buildings crying their songs to the winds.
Winds that pulled and twisted their sobbing songs into meaningless howls which bounced and battered their way through the crowds.
Slowly one child began to step forward towards the turbulent hellion tower adorned with blood and flesh and bones and vultures at which the gathered beings glared.
Basking in its horrific glory, he almost turned away, yet the magnetic force of fear pulled one leg in front of the other.
The man that sat in the tarnished silver throne beckoned him forth with a wave of his hand speaking into his mind
"Come to me child, and witness the beauty in death. You shall atone for them, they will only suffer. You shall persevere”
Where did the thick black outlines go?
They converged with the skin.
Creating a pantheistic mass of colour,
that swirled and lifted to heights once viewed by demi gods and immortals.
Only to plummet back down to the cracked and weary surface of a tangible hell.
and was taken in small increments only to be fed to lepers sitting atop buildings crying their songs to the winds.
Winds that pulled and twisted their sobbing songs into meaningless howls which bounced and battered their way through the crowds.
Slowly one child began to step forward towards the turbulent hellion tower adorned with blood and flesh and bones and vultures at which the gathered beings glared.
Basking in its horrific glory, he almost turned away, yet the magnetic force of fear pulled one leg in front of the other.
The man that sat in the tarnished silver throne beckoned him forth with a wave of his hand speaking into his mind
"Come to me child, and witness the beauty in death. You shall atone for them, they will only suffer. You shall persevere”
The Magician
Contorted mouth and mottled flesh,
Moth-eaten cape as thin as mesh.
Convex spine laden with sin,
She sees your lies, she sees within.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Order 66
Hold the hand of the one beside you.
Stab the leader in the back.
Elbow the one behind you,
Twist the arm until it cracks.
Desert each of your parents.
Consume the bodies of the young.
Gods were scorchéd from their thrones,
And from our towers, they're hung.
Scar, Smash, Juice, Crush
Scars stretched across black tundra.
Dips and swells galore.
Peel apart the peptide bonds,
Smash, smash, smash against the floor.
Juice small feathers in twisted claws.
Ineffective incandesence,
Crushed between your jaws.
Dismount, Bite, Pull, Feel
Dismount from the pale horse
and chew on the grass a while.
Bite the hand that feeds you
and feel the flesh stretch a mile.
Pull back the starchéd lace
that cauterizes hell.
Feel the bone push through
your adamantium shell.
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