The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

once begun anew

the time has come for something strange

anger flows through emotion

love is swallowed by ignorance

sick sense is the new perception of the world

death common place

hatred consumes, enveloping as a hurricane

illusionary redemption

bring back a beat of a helping hand

no longer human but animals we kill for survival

lust, jealousy, pride, gluttony, wrath, greed, sloth

characteristics of which are dead to us

ended because we have intertwined them with the soul

one in the same same in the one

malice and contempt divined

vengeance seems to answer the question of why

society in decline for lack of morality

burn and die

like ancient israelites

invoking anger

sodom and gomorrah our equivalent

sin city says all

a parallel of sheol



separating from you

clean from disease of mind

morality keystone

tear down irrelevant melo-drama of life

throw down into the pit of cerberus

destroy hate with anger good

wrap yourself in linen of love emotion

today death for death and life for life

life is an illusion

a perversion

of coercion

forcing submersion

upon hapless persons

a realistic diversion

of life's versions

of living and dieing

always spying

and always lying

desperately trying

but ever beguiling

to those of unintelligible piling

of discrete truths of themselves

but never truly quells

life's mysterious Hells

and the truth shines well

above their understanding

of themselves.

anger welling in me

luminating a path of destruction

a quiet voice screams

pleading of foreboding illness

poisoned by the seed of inhumanity

a little black poison

disquiet discomfort settles

consumed in dark recesses of hate

speaking in emotion

silent with words

the fray of damnation clings to all

the cure to a poison of humanity

mans inhumanity to man

louder the unquenchable thirst belts

bleating as lamb slaughtered



hope thereafter immortal

tainted by anarchistic lust of destruction

feeling forever homeward bound to a hell

sprinkles of epidemic love

a saltshaker

a look through porcelain destruction

lying bound feet and hand

the dark anger holding it down with bonds

shadowed fury will wane

hope will free



live once die twice

death to the immaterial façade

death to the material reality

karmic qualities of retribution

does not really matter in the end…

…we will collide eventually…

…devastating one another into a new reality…

…reborn of fueled fury, cleansed with hope