howdy all. ok this is my first real attempt at the stuff that cobb does. so go easy on me, k??? some helpful feedback would be apreciated.
i sowe the seeds of greed and mistrust
the flowers bloom, and they make disgust
i bring out the lies with promises and lust
then destroy your hope by breaking your trust
corruption is my weapon and hate is my tool
i turn your leaders into babbling fools
my heart is icey and my breath is cool
the crimes i commit are violent and cruel
greed and deception, violence and hate
from your simple minds, these things i create
a deity, a prophet, these names that i take
are nothing compared to the souls i shall rape
i turn your daughters into my whores
still when you see me, you cry out for more
faith is a lie i have seeped to your core
inlaid with misery and steeped in your law
crusades have been launched, boiling water and floods
pushing the skulls of the dead to the mud
blossoming insanity, trimming the buds
i dance with the dead and feast on their blood
suffer the children, the sweet sound of pain
wash away the lost halo's with torrents of rain
the sickness and sorrow and blood flow again
when you hear the aggony, you'll think you just came
all the non believers may think this quite odd
stumbling blindly as if lost in a fog
call out my sweet name, oh satan you old dog
you think im the devil, when in fact i am god!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
When A Monster Cums
When a monster cums your child will die
the devil may sing, and the angels may cry
With a monsters touch your flowers wither
The perverts sigh and the maggots slither
In a monsters embrace you lose your faith
In an empty world, death haunts like a wraith
In monster pornography a massacre begins
bloody fellatio, shown with a pedophiles sins
When a monster breeds you'll loose your tongue
You'll suffer in agony, for whats about to come
When a monsters born it'll split you open
we'll see your insides, and you'll know it's touch again.
the devil may sing, and the angels may cry
With a monsters touch your flowers wither
The perverts sigh and the maggots slither
In a monsters embrace you lose your faith
In an empty world, death haunts like a wraith
In monster pornography a massacre begins
bloody fellatio, shown with a pedophiles sins
When a monster breeds you'll loose your tongue
You'll suffer in agony, for whats about to come
When a monsters born it'll split you open
we'll see your insides, and you'll know it's touch again.
Monday, August 17, 2009
from a aland of sluts and gluttony
from a land of sluts and gluttony
where the deviants come to play
from a land of sluts and gluttony
where the perverts get to prey
from a land of sluts and gluttony
what else is there, but a foul Gomorrah stench? you've smelt it before but not in abundance.
it tickles your nose, the dirty sex smell, taking you back to such dirty acts, depraved and ecstatic, but the smells of a different meaning to dirty.
the foul overpowering sickening stench, of what happens all around. Your envy of everyone else, as they twist and turn and go to places you've not yet dared entered.
But oh what is this? here comes the whore of babylon, wrapped in her red stained silk. The moisture of her cunt, making the silk cling on like a tick at an artery.
And the crowd goes wild as she takes in her next willing bachelor.
Through the crust of a thousand men was a goal worth clutching between her open legs.
The crowd continues to roar. and the roar becomes a screech. a succubi call of fornication
excretion
ingestion
Amatuar transvestites dance around the couples embrace. There embrace turns to one, and from that one they sprout like a flower.
beautiful crimson flowers, surrounded by a tan leaf barrier,
and so forth come the bee's who wish to pollinate this bloomed flower.
taking with it the milk, the essense and the beauty. leaving behind an empty dry husk.
And at the fall of the whore of babylon, so came the birth of many.
Her milk delivered to the children, to the townsfolk and to the unlearned.
For what became was a revolution.
From a future born to lead a sexual revolt, came an offsplit. Like an amoeba.
those children fed on the milk, around the Ova of a dying world.
and so from a land of sluts and gluttony came a world of death for the living and life for the dying
where the deviants come to play
from a land of sluts and gluttony
where the perverts get to prey
from a land of sluts and gluttony
what else is there, but a foul Gomorrah stench? you've smelt it before but not in abundance.
it tickles your nose, the dirty sex smell, taking you back to such dirty acts, depraved and ecstatic, but the smells of a different meaning to dirty.
the foul overpowering sickening stench, of what happens all around. Your envy of everyone else, as they twist and turn and go to places you've not yet dared entered.
But oh what is this? here comes the whore of babylon, wrapped in her red stained silk. The moisture of her cunt, making the silk cling on like a tick at an artery.
And the crowd goes wild as she takes in her next willing bachelor.
Through the crust of a thousand men was a goal worth clutching between her open legs.
The crowd continues to roar. and the roar becomes a screech. a succubi call of fornication
excretion
ingestion
Amatuar transvestites dance around the couples embrace. There embrace turns to one, and from that one they sprout like a flower.
beautiful crimson flowers, surrounded by a tan leaf barrier,
and so forth come the bee's who wish to pollinate this bloomed flower.
taking with it the milk, the essense and the beauty. leaving behind an empty dry husk.
And at the fall of the whore of babylon, so came the birth of many.
Her milk delivered to the children, to the townsfolk and to the unlearned.
For what became was a revolution.
From a future born to lead a sexual revolt, came an offsplit. Like an amoeba.
those children fed on the milk, around the Ova of a dying world.
and so from a land of sluts and gluttony came a world of death for the living and life for the dying
Thursday, August 13, 2009
First Blog.
Yes, it is Edgar here.
I have gone solo...for now.
I seemed, out of place, in my previous co authored blog "assorted ramblings of cornflakes".
with all my deeply sexual, deeply bizzare, deeply jockular and deeply satrical writings, i felt i should go somewhere where i was wanted.
and the only place i was wanted, where i could fi in, was by myself.
Okay, quite honestly, it sucks being alone.
I wish to "recruit" the mentally unbalanced to fuel my blog even more.
People who can be deeply weird and deeply hilarious are all welcome.
What we DO NOT TOLERATE, are people too afraid to say something they may wish to.
This site is using false names, so theres that privacy.
seriously, i hope none of you thought my name was Edgar Lovecraft (a reference to 2 of my favourite authors, Edgar Allan Poe and H.P Lovecraft) and that i had the appearance of Japanese Superstar Gackt.
ROFL.
Anyway, the darkness is calling me. Her cunt is gripping my hand and pulling me into it. The black void of stench and rank, of physical and mental abominations, parading in a timeless trance, tired limbs cracking and splitting from the non stop charade.
I can't escape it, til i eat it all.
Eat out of this voiding cunt and back into open air.
(YEAH, HERE THAT ON A BILBY BLOG, I BET YOU WON'T)
anyway, join me.
Join the Black Void Charade, and eat your way out with me :)
Edgar, Master and Ruler of the OVMAD (Ovulating Void of Mental Abnormalties Domain), Where you'll be sure to find Explicit Bondage, Deranged Minds and Lollypops (OF A DERANGED SICKENING KIND)
I have gone solo...for now.
I seemed, out of place, in my previous co authored blog "assorted ramblings of cornflakes".
with all my deeply sexual, deeply bizzare, deeply jockular and deeply satrical writings, i felt i should go somewhere where i was wanted.
and the only place i was wanted, where i could fi in, was by myself.
Okay, quite honestly, it sucks being alone.
I wish to "recruit" the mentally unbalanced to fuel my blog even more.
People who can be deeply weird and deeply hilarious are all welcome.
What we DO NOT TOLERATE, are people too afraid to say something they may wish to.
This site is using false names, so theres that privacy.
seriously, i hope none of you thought my name was Edgar Lovecraft (a reference to 2 of my favourite authors, Edgar Allan Poe and H.P Lovecraft) and that i had the appearance of Japanese Superstar Gackt.
ROFL.
Anyway, the darkness is calling me. Her cunt is gripping my hand and pulling me into it. The black void of stench and rank, of physical and mental abominations, parading in a timeless trance, tired limbs cracking and splitting from the non stop charade.
I can't escape it, til i eat it all.
Eat out of this voiding cunt and back into open air.
(YEAH, HERE THAT ON A BILBY BLOG, I BET YOU WON'T)
anyway, join me.
Join the Black Void Charade, and eat your way out with me :)
Edgar, Master and Ruler of the OVMAD (Ovulating Void of Mental Abnormalties Domain), Where you'll be sure to find Explicit Bondage, Deranged Minds and Lollypops (OF A DERANGED SICKENING KIND)
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