for the sake of fancy wordy ness

20/2/21 farscythe 22

was that really nesecary?

well fuck if i know or care

really i just meant to this for yous to chat amongst yerselfs

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    • heres the lyrics
      /me thinks metal is poetry

      Come distortured artistsBitter things seek meaningEven if they’re madness to beholdOnce forbears to horizonsWhere the dead stayed dreamingNow nightmares waken soulsThat fear the living’s toll
      Gova, Bosch and BrueghelThree times moonwise stain thy gravesFor words alone are at loss to traceThe face of today’s inhuman wraith
      One half adrift in the vast abyssOf despair and miseryThe other a mask of rich red lipsWhetted by the fevers of belief and greed
      All damned in this infernoWhere even Virgil averts his eyesFrom the black mass mutual gang rapeOf Caesing hands an forced divides

      Trespass these seven gatesTo a world bloodlet to shadesWhere Seraphim bleatOf their cold and coming Master’s raceIn the seweres of BabylonStillborn to a trough anonChimiracles will hatch like plotsTo dredge faeces to pearl their cross
      Enter PenteholocaustFive aeons past, yet still Man graspsAt final straws to save his cast
      His Lord is a leper we shall not wantHe betrayed us with white liesHis acrid pall as of the tombReminds us how we rot inside
      Gutted like fool’s paradiseGlutted on cruel appetites
      Holding court to chaosFolding to far graver armsA downfall fatal to all resoundsAs orgies peak in self centred psalms
      And nature screams her sufferingsUnder bowed and cankered wingsA bleak scorched Earth necrotica burningLike the robes we’ve torn from her
      She begs us lay her pain to restLest we are left with nothingnessSave for her stripped and ravished flesh
      And if her fate is not portent of ApocalypseThen the comets that graxe nightskiesWill surely cleanse of wrongs and reichsWhen you and I and all else dies
      It’s rotting downThis carcass Maggotropolis
      Interdependent as worms to the graveAllah’s true name is naughtChist cannot saveLocked in a waltz of evermore frantic stepsSpells of regretDeath Magick for Adepts
      Be prepared to fulfill propheciesThe glorious fall of a sin dynasty
      Gutted like fool’s paradiseGlutted on cruel appeitites
      We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbourLeft tear streaked reason upon the shoreAnd bereft of compass, star or moreSet out for this World’s endFew at the prow, most slave belowPainting coal a perfect goldBut for all it’s worth, the engines slowDead in the brine againCome cabin fever, sodomy on the bountyPrey to phallus seasThat hiss and foam to douse diseaseA storm roars on the wayBlacker than the Ace of RapesDealt out by Death in darkwood gladesOur ship of fools, all boards handmade

  3. Remind me, are you in the Netherlands? The reason I bring it up is because defector.com, the risen version of Deadspin, is smitten with this video of a boat steaming from Rotterdam to Amsterdam.
     
    I gotta say it makes The Netherlands seem like a fantastic place.
     

  5. and heres the lyrics from the top song
    Hear me nowAll crimes should be treasuredIf they bring thee pleasure somehowMaleficent in dusky roseGathered satin lapped Her breastsLike blood upon the snowA tourniquet of TopazGlistened at Her throatAwakening, pulled from the tombHer spirit freed eclipsed the moonShe outshone as a fallen starA regal ornament from a far flung nebularHer likeness hung in the black galleryCommanding uneaseDemanding of Death to breatheMidst the whirl and daylight faunaOf society at courtElizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applauseThough Her torchlit shadowThrown upon damp cellar wallsGreeted nothing but despairFrom slaves Her nights enthralled
     

     

    Thirteen Winter solstices had shownHer path, that the darkHad marked its dominionSpaying the confessorWhose caresses She’d knownAs whipcord in the House of DogHer cold cunt meat on holy boneRaped of faith, She now embracedThe narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s faceWith this disdain, inside these veinsHighborn wanton that She wasShe sought to keep what age would claimHer soul was sold and for this tollReeking pyres ever smoulderedOn the whims of one so in controlElizabeth, mysteriousCruelty brought thee orchidsFrom the bowels of the abyssOnce upon atrocity when midwitches stifled criesAnd carved abortive runes in reddened wombsExhumed by scrying eyesMadness came upon HerLike an amourous lover’s seedLifesblood splashed upon Her skinIn gouts torture unleashed

     

     

    And to Her dead reflection’Twas as if Her pallor gleamedLike an Angel’s warmed by candlesWhere erotic stains had cleavedSo demons dragged this libertineLusts screaming for releaseUpon the anointed flesh of maidens preenedAs canvas for capriceExacting obeisanceHer gaze held a séanceOf spirits too trapped under glass to communeA sleeter mistress than LunaWhose threats to consume HerMet with torments giving vent to Her swoonFlat on Her backPack-prey for the reamsOf verses and cursesThat haunted Her dreamsMidnightmare chimedThirteen in Her mindA disciple of scarsBranded years hissed behindRidden split-thighedBy the father of liesAn ovation of wolvesBlushed the skies as they writhed

     

     

    But Heaven is never foreverShe came, a spent stormFrom the cloudsLeaving serpents in officeInside every gateTo lick righteous holesBlinding Lords to the fateOf virgins forced nakedTo defile on rent kneesHacked and racked backwardsMenses choking their pleasMore. Whore. MoreTwitching make me wet with theeCarcass rub me rawAnd to Her dead reflection’Twas as if Her pallor gleamedLike an Angel’s warmed by candlesWhere erotic stains had cleavedDemons dragged this libertineLusts screaming for releaseUpon the anointed flesh of maidens preenedAs canvas for capriceCruelty and the beastCruelty and the beastCruelty and the beastEEEGAAAAAAHHH!Raped of faith, She now embracedThe narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s faceWith this disdain, inside these veinsHighborn wanton that she wasShe sought to keep what age would claimHer soul was sold and for this tollPyres ever smoulderedWhims of one so in controlElizabeth, mysteriousCruelty brought thee orchidsFrom the bowels of thee a-From the bowels of thee a-byss!
    no idea how this will turn out once i hit post…but man…cof has some highly educated lyrics

  6. Darn it @Farscythe, I felt unwell last evening and went to bed very early to sleep it off…and I miss this? You were really on a roll! You doing okay, my friend? For the record, I like your curly hair, always wished that my string-straight stuffs had the personality that your hair does.

        • thanks mate 🙂
          itsm just home life……you know all that shit ive been airing out round here
          im okay
          mayby reverting to a pevious form of okay..but okay
          anyhoos…im not depressed or nothing

          • …that last bit is always good to hear…not least because that shit will sneak up on a person like the low down bastard that it is & then fuck with a person’s perspective & equilibrium in ways it doesn’t sound like you need

            …the awkward home-front is a tough row to hoe, though…be nice to be able to do something to help you out but us internet strangers are kind of screwed on that front…still…if vibes are still a thing then consider some good ones directed your way

            …& if those are out of fashion these days then I’ll go with the classics…don’t let the bastards get you down…come to that I’m pretty sure churchill (who did deal with depression enough he nicknamed it the black dog) said something like “if you’re going through hell – keep going”…& in my experience there’s plenty of worse advice than that?

            • i call me depression bob
              (okay i call everything bob)
              anyhoo….bobs not here right now
              really…this is the fridge answering
              anyways thanks mate 🙂

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