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Exodus
New Member

since 2003-04-14

Posts 5
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

0 posted 2003-04-23 11:32 AM

And I have been changed by this night's rain... grown so estranged
I drag weary down the haunted sands of time; for this is my life's end
When the synchronistic cliches seem too surreal to see clearly
I have tried christianity, bhuddism, even Islam...
But when finding all my necromantic sacrifices -- their blood has been diluted
Such milky veins wash, a rushing run -- i cry as they seep insanely draining throughout my mind.

Riverrapids of bright bluewhite in my pitchblack thoughts flood my brain; the ink of my thoughts
Yet even this chaotic delirium which I live seems somewhat estranged
Yes... I seek a heart's blood -- with a desire pure and undeluded
Into which I will etch my legacy, with the scalpel I hold...
And slice open this crimson muscle; perform this task of damned fate

Now I have seen armageddons rage ablaze, which are grill-barbecues with
Black iron ash alters of carcoal briquette gods burning in summer-lawn-chairs... apocalypse
Mesquite smoke entrails -- drip and sizzle -- (And what a tasty treat it shall be!)
Surburban saturdays fresh-mowed dwellings stare deranged
From the glow of television labotomies -- a darkness -- tinpan-brainfried idiots
Skip a jumpdance slaghterhouse shuffle, in ever-deepening credit-line masses; trapped in doom.

Under confusion's weight, I wander and wander as a drunken court jester...
I wonder at wonders in the still crimson stagnate pools of glow and THIS! ...ridiculous!
With this god's blind eye I wander astray on a path of anarchy.
I live to have read the pages -- and scribed a thousand and one more -- of my morbid brain,
And to remember each; for one reason, for all time; and it's deranged.
Always weeping, always weeping, I hold my own heart... with distrust in my body.

Good lord... open guts spill forth before me, and in each sickly wet fold I read; death.
After which pours forth the milksblood of Christ... with a bitter loving smile.
I try and shake this shadow you fear, ... Why am I so deranged?
And one more modern miracle each day becomes useless
But I'm not surprised, nor do i grow weary of every evening's apocalypse
I feel the groove of each judgement day in this new heart

So I walk on this life, like the spine of a fine occult tome
Reflecting my past judgement, and past conciousness
Inscribe these secret words I took, and title my satanic book 'Apocalypse'
Yet dreaming still of a hope...
Smile.

Through the minds of many, and the souls of few... arises the entity of Exodus. Arrows of fire, swords of ice... the necromantic power of he shall des

iMMuNe
Junior Member

since 2002-07-23

Posts 49
Maine, USA

1 posted 2003-04-23 11:49 AM

Welp, I.....I honostly don't know what to say.

Its kinda like "Greatness without structure"

I liked it..but I dont know how to describe it.

Oh..and welcome !