I woke up this morning after a strange dream where I was fighting an angelic female with six wings. Even when I hit bare skin no blood came out eventually I ended up as a dragon somehow and flew away =(. Anyway it was unusually bright out when I woke up so I knew I overslept I had about 20 minutes before my bus came so I had a speedy shower and ended up forgetting a lot of things like my Ah My Goddess cards =\. Not surprisingly I was extremely irritable for no reason so I went out of my way to say as little as possible to keep from snapping for the lack of a better term at others. In comprog I went to OCremix.org and found a new Mega Man X remix sigmas fortress (Second stage) with some ambient Dr. Light theme thrown in. I listened to it a lot and would end up downloading it when i got home. The rest of the day was boring I went home and put on some Cradle of filth and laid down to listen to it Tearing The Veil From Grace was the first song on the play list. I listened to my favorite Cradle of Filth song and stared out my window from my bed through the rain I seen the church a few houses down and got an inspiration for a piece of art. For some reason all things in my life are starting to revolve around a religion I am fascinated by but wish to have no part of. Random song lyrics of the day will not be random and quoted in its entirety.
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled lightA swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night
A tragic yet magickal fall from graceToo awful to taste for the led and the chasteThose whose long fetters are addressed to all saints
Free shining souls torn from Giod's given ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sightAnd Hell knows we sought victoryChancing the leashBut when bad die were castWe were cast down to dieA steeple of needles thrust into our eyesSo scholars might say we were blinded by prideLike the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrivedRegaining His sights for the storming of skies...And after descenturies have crawled, vilifiedOur dark harkened day on spread wing now arrivesFor eternity is a coprophagicBackward figure headGorging on Her own bitter endAnd We have eaten shitUntil we're close to addictsNow grime is running outFor us to make amendsTo retake what once was lostTo exalt our throne above the stars of God"To throw our fuck into gates and gutsOf a severed neverlandWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea"Atrocious oceans must be crossedTo exalt our throne above the stars of GodThe thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbsCowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise...Throwing shades of war before like prophecyNightbreed freed from the vasty deep...Nasty reap of freaks forsakenAnd when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learnShe is not a natural blondeFor the lower She goes the darker it growsAn Eve that blows on Her knees for SatanFellated SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearlAs He unfurls from aching hibernation
Fellated SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearlAs He unfurls from aching hibernationStormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestraAs lighting streaks with fireBlack clouds that shroud the EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pilloriesBut now the Sun is loath to comeThe crescent moon is freed...Elated SatanThe scimitar slash to the undergashOf Heaven too slight for penetrationWe strike as wolves from the thickening fogTo exalt our throne ove the stars of GodLowly holy goats bare the bruntOf rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhuntBastioned in citadels and monastic cellsthat smell of blessed cuntLike a convent where crosses rustFrom thirty dirty habits of shaved nunThere where deeper needs are begged of lustAnd cess and less impress enoughObtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, AngerAnd Death's tunnel visionBad thing in collisionThe locking of eyes and jagged antlerUnpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreamsFeasting from throats of celestial theivesAnd God knows we seek victoryNow that we are unleashedTo drive nails home of blind faith through thoseWho drove us from error to terror belowRefugees clung to a crown furred in fliesTarred with red honey, the plasterOf many a spire that aspired to riseSeeking Messiahs that by us soon die...In the start like a castIn morality playsOur hearts wore a maskOf dead rooks in the rainThe World was our cloisterNo prayer, bent in shameOur once lucent plumageStung with horn withered grey...and away...As Aeons slew so we grew to mythRevenge accrued to a monolithBursting through from our roofed abyssLike an aether greased fistNow vulvite gates are so sorely missedOur horror pours through the orifice
Where once the spheres and archangels kissedPhallelujah!Fellated SatanHis coming assailsThe Night In GalesThat bewail turned tidesThat engulf their nationNow divintity is a worm ridden mouthIn a darkened high houseOverrun by diseaseSo let the truth be wrungFrom veil and sanctum undoneThat the Banished Ones intentOn reinstatement have wonWe breathe by virtue of their rotNow our souls exult above the stars of God.
Random quote of the day: I wasn't sucking on the hole no wonder I wasn't getting any =( - Me
Your Expression Number is 7 |
Very intelligent, you are usually thinking, introspecting, or analyzing.
You have a good mind, and you are especially good at finding out the truth.
Very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding.
You tend to obsess over wisdom and hidden truths.
You are likely to become a authority on any subject you undertake.
Operating on a different wavelength, most people don't know you that well.
Very logical and rational, at times you tend to lack emotion.
So much so, that you often have times coping with emotional situations.
You are not very adaptable - you may tend to be overly critical at times. |
| You Are Midnight |
You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends. |
