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I now have seen all the horrors of mankind, and I let my emotions feed on them, absorb their gloomy powers, extracting the essence of the pureness and beauty of these actions. They stimulated me in exploring virginal regions of my most hidden layers of awarness. And now I caress these bleak images of fading life and fearing screams of anguish, illuminating my newborn creativity.
Thus, see here!
There is no doubt that violence is monarch of the planet and love is a mere addition to the divinity of carnal play. And a combination of both powers will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in the climax of death.
And with the newborn eye within my paranoid mind, I glance upon the limitless number of possibilities of individual armageddon, with an equally limitless number of variations. And once I've chosen my path, the imaginary turns into organic.
With the gift from the reaper I sporadicly evolve into this state of unstoppable death, grinning at the faces of my victims laying bleeding in the filthridden earth. And I invent yet another ingenious way to conquer the creators ultimate gift to humanity: the illusion of live. "From the dust of Terra we were made, and to Her we must return." And then my absent mind comes back again.
Thus, see here!
There is no doubt that violence is monarch of the planet and love is a mere addition to the divinity of carnal play. And a combination of both powers will result in a pleasuring spree of merciless rage, resulting in the climax of death.
No living soul would dare to cross the paths in the moments of my sentient revocation of "mankind's greatest unknown mystery", since I would be leaving only a spectre of their existence to dwell the terrestrial continents.
A secret life, independent and forgotten, hiding in the outskirts of a humanoid society, covered by the leaves of the human mind's autumnal remnants. She lived colliding with the relativity of out time. She had seen the lives of the violated begin with their deaths, and She observed them all, while they travelled on towards the wombs of those to be scorned, on towards their ends.
It had lived for all eternity and had seen it all, reversed: extinction of mankind for Her was nothing more than the beginning of our lives, reflected in Her thousand eyes: the struggles of the puppet race on the ball of dust, floating counterclockwise around a ball of light, they fearfully named Sun.
She remembered how She laughed at them, while She travelled forth, towards the beginning of their time.
In the aeons that had passed She had seen the universe implode, and start its travel back towards this nothingness it awaited. Balls of dust and light travelled on towards the empty centre. Awaiting to be transformed into waves of unknown energy.
When She was younger, still an Ancient Queen, She leapt from star to star to discover the eternal secrets. But Her exploration went no further than this earth, where She rested and observed the manipulative breed. And although She was reversed in time and thus invisible to them, they began to feel Her presence and started worshipping the "thing".
She remembered how She laughed at them, when She discovered their small capacity to understand any truth.
How entertaining they had been, fighting, laughing, crying. But their race was soon extinct evolving into primitivity. And at this point it was only a matter of Her time, to see this system fall into the claws of the maelstrom of the great implosion. And soon it will disappear, and She knew with all Her divine brains that it was also Her time do die and disappear. And everywhere time has ceased existance.
Deducting waves of existance, of being, of live itself, obtained by a simple spell of brightness covering the dark contours of Her iris'. Her charm engulfing me as flies around a continuous lightning bolt, luring me into a fatal temptation. Leaving me lifeless in an anesthetic trace of vulvic scent, Her most precious magic potion, amorously pungent. But as we linked Her draining curse metamorphed into a mutual exchange; Her energy as inspiration covering my fingers. She had caught a slight draft of underestimation, when She approached me under the intention of perforating holes in my psyche and tumoring my aura. I have the soul above all others, which lessons my vulnerability. So when She performed Her task on me I fed upon Her radiance. Proclaimed the whore of Satan, this radiance was pure blackness, perversion of the wildest shape, pulling me towards this black hole in Her mind. Now knowing my lifeforce pierces Her luscious organic structure I have closed a chapter of spiritual desolation and I will nurture every strain of Her life I stole that night in the hope our souls will join once more. In whatever spacial frame.
Only this can be true vampirism.
Like hidden shadows in the blackness of the galaxy, her eyes looked over the carbon-desert, enlighted by the orange-red glow of the turbulent pools of magma, flowing wildly through the liquid centre. But neither the deafening sounds of colliding plateaus of stone, nor the penetrable and sickening heat from the yellowish stream of the molten materials, boiling up from the deepest bottoms of the unstable ground she floated above, could touch nor trigger her fragile senses.
Her hands hung in the air and bolts of electricity mazed her aura in mysterious and frightening white. But there was no one there to fear her, and no one there to love. It would take another million of the lifetimes she had lead alone in the intensely silent darkness of the emptiness of time before. The emptiness she knew by every inch, while she travelled through the stargate, onwards to the place of her magic spawn.
And when it finally resurrected from the ashes of its experimental and primitive predecessors, it feared their creator hidden in the elements of the surroundings. But when time went on and her children began to evolve and mature their minds they seemed to forget or ignore their collective roots, which lay a million lightyears and dimensions from their homes. And most of them completely cleared their minds of powers they had unknowingly inherited from the double helix of the gods.
And it was only centuries later that some of them rediscovered their alienated origin, and began to breed the magic they all carried hidden deeply in the id of the mind, still unharmed. And these chosen few would give birth to a powerful line of the dominion, destined to change the world once and for all into what her creator had meant it to be, when she began this task in her youthful years.
(by Jarl Flagg Nidhoegg)
Innocent virgin blessed by God: white skin, black hair and red lips. When I look at you I become so hot; deep inside myself burns this hidden desire. Virgin Mary, sacred jewish whore, you cannot be able to imagine my lusts. Take a look and you will believe in God nevermore. My horny dick will become your new god.
Forget the commandments you've learned, I preach to you about love under will. So many orgasms you could get earned. Just prepare to face my sexual revelations. I tear to pieces your white dress. You scream in fear, I cry for lust. Your weak defence is totally useless: I break your will and rape you hard. I bite your naked neck; I suck your bloody nipples while you cry. To perform cunnilingus I spread your legs. In ecstasy I deflorate virgin Mary.
I fuck you hard, you weep in pain. Desecrated Mary, Gods scorn is upon you. I ejaculate, my orgasm rages through my veins. In the name of Satan may Mary bear us the Antichrist!
Most precious glowing candle's fire, warmth and cold eternally rejoined as one: now more than just an unreachable glimmering through the veils of my soul's barred windows. You are; as I am. And we are the same! Our minds linked and our souls embraced the mystical twilight of thoughts, both pure and wicked.
My prophetess of doom and desaster, casting the azure zodiac lights of Sagittarius into the infinite blackness of my eyes. She is the archangel of my religion, with wings of blindening velvet, embracing the moon, the cosmos; embracing me. And in return I grant her my undying worship, my mental sacrifice, chained to her body with the hooked claws of adoration and admiration, my pure devotion. And into eternity we will walk.
I have shown her the palace of my mind, build from human flesh and solid steel. She owns the second key to my dominion. My entire kingdom I have laid into her hands; these frail hands of my beautiful private goddess. For she owns my heart besides my inner shadow.
Defile me, Princess! I am cought in your webs of purity. Caress me in your pale arms of soothing deathlike rest and protection. You are the phantom goddess of my dreams, transposed into reality. I bow to thee, I worship thee!
Together we will summon the demons of love and hate. Spirits of times ahead and bygone will appear on our commands. Linked from birth to death, as one we will decay, spitting our souls into solar orbit, leaving this earth once and for all to spend eternity between the stars where we belong.
"I am a dark star rising. I was bound to another's system by a soul I once possessed. My God was diamond and black light. And I was his Dark Pope."
"But I am reaching my highest top, and dethroning the diamond king. And I crown myself with his barbed crown of blue blood and rusty steel. And now I will rule supreme. And I will control the Army of Shadows that dwell within the mysterious dark configuration of the lament."
"Summon me and I will show you new realms of death and love; of pleasure and starvation; of sex and torture. Because I have all power, I am almighty. I can bend reality to everyone's desires."
"Give me your flesh, and I will grant you new life. A life that exceeds far beyond the frontiers of your mind, a life that will satisfy even your smallest wishes. So, will this be your destiny ? Will you come with me, into the labyrinth of lamentation ?"
The closer I came the sweeter the smell. I could feel powers of the Ancient domain. I travelled for years in search of this place: a place beyond dreams, a place with no name.
Lost between pages of an old manuscript, scattered through ages as unholy relics. Their powers were sleeping in hands of the fools, waiting to be woken by those who knew. Unsure what to find in these unholy grounds, the gateway to past opened to now.
I will be Queen, for I opened the door. I will be Legend after the Ancient Ones return. I have taken them out of their shells into my deserts of the long forgotten wastelands.
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