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macdaddyz's Journal
he who sheddith mans blood by man shall his blood be shed
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The Last Call
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August 10, 2008, 01:52:am
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The Last Call
THE LAST CALL TO SEE lies we swallow.
We live a lie advertisements say we will never die
But we're already dead.
Throw up this shit we've been fed with.
I see living corpses I used to play with.
I see empty bottles, broken glass around me...
Day after day we're closer to decay
And now I understand why "idealism is fucking dead".
WHEN I LOOK AROUND I see we're ready to join the troops of modern slavery.
We pay the price, my old friends are sinking in lies.
I watch them towards the end towards the annihilation.
I am a witness to death of my generation.
Can you hear it? Through the noise of machines.
Through the every-day life. Through the battle screams...
THE LAST CALL to see lies we swallow... Every single day.
The last call to save your dreams.
Mood: dark
Music: black metal
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blood turns to tears
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August 07, 2008, 12:51:am
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this blood turned to tears a broken heart runs my body dripping forth until i give my life i am but a sacrifice it hurts me to think of you i void the pain that is unbarring to know that i take these sufferings for you.
Mood: emo
Music: emo
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forced to die
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August 07, 2008, 12:44:am
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exsted beyond repair stripped of all i had forced to die inside now i breath a renewd life it is now i see without my eyes if this is what it takes to bring me to my knees then feed me pain until i relize i am but a slave remind me of my need for you remind me who i am.
Mood: emo
Music: emo
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dimmu borgir lyircs-the sacrilegies scorn
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May 20, 2008, 10:09:am
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The Sacrilegious Scorn
Have I not
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
"Good and evil"
Me and you
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit from different tongues
You can never corrupt me again
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
You can never corrupt me again
I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me
The vapor from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared
And troubles me no more
Music: black metal
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angels fall first my lyrics
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May 16, 2008, 03:37:pm
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An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
beside the cross on your grave
and those forever burning candles
Needed elsewhere
to remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first
Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
[Repeat chorus]
Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian
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bless the child
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May 15, 2008, 03:32:pm
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1. Bless The Child
"I was born amidst the purple waterfalls.
I was weak, yet not unblessed.
Dead to the world. Alive for the journey.
One night I dreamt a white rose withering,
a newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness.
I dreamt all my future. Relived my past.
A witnessed the beauty of the beast"
Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
Think of me long enough to make a memory
Come bless the child one more time
How can I ever feel again?
Given the chance would I return?
I've never felt so alone in my life
As I drank from a cup which was counting my time
There's a poison drop in this cup of Man
To drink it is to follow the left hand path
"Where have all the feelings gone?
Why is the deadliest sin - to love as I loved you?
Now unblessed, homesick in time,
soon to be freed from care, from human pain.
My tale is the most bitter truth:
Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave.
Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron,
hope is only an illusion & Ocean Soul's nothing but a name...
The Child bless thee & keep thee forever"
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satanic poetry
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April 22, 2008, 02:58:pm
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this poem is NOT mine
The Knowledgeable one knows that the peoples learning
contains some of the sea of my knowledge.
The lotus tree in the seventh heaven is the place of my
revelation.
For that I am all-hearing, the all-knowing;
glorified is my sanctity and elevated is my name.
Paradise is my wine and Hell is the heat of my scorching
wind.
Constellations prostrated to me until I was elevated.
Like the prostration of servants to the served.
And all those in the universe said to me
O God, Lead us into the straight path.
-So saith Shaitan
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satanic poetry
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April 21, 2008, 03:38:pm
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Black Rose
Shunning the sun
Waiting for night to prosper
Blossom opening
Velvet darkness descending
Upon dark petals
Thorns turning outward
Ready to draw
The wine of life
From those who
Would suppress it
Or crush it under foot.
It remembers.
There will be no mercy.
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satanic poetry
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April 21, 2008, 03:37:pm
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Black Rose
Shunning the sun
Waiting for night to prosper
Blossom opening
Velvet darkness descending
Upon dark petals
Thorns turning outward
Ready to draw
The wine of life
From those who
Would suppress it
Or crush it under foot.
It remembers.
There will be no mercy.
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hail satan
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April 19, 2008, 07:47:pm
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Hail Doktor!
As each year passes the structure being built on the mighty foundation of your creation continues to rise in typhonian splendor. The deep intuitions that informed your choices reached a flash point and a blazing inferno was ignited so properly in the name of Satan, god of the flesh and apt avatar for we carnal iconoclasts. Thus the Church of Satan blossomed like the dread mushroom cloud, shattering the occultnik meanderings and pagan pulings which passed at that time for alternatives to the Nazarene milksop and his pallid spiritual brethren.
He meant this as a gift to his kin, we who are born to the nature of the gentleman-beast, who reconcile civilization and savagery as we are in tune with our nature and see the workings of society and Nature with utmost clarity. We accept his offering, embracing the moniker of Satanist with pride, but moreover we acknowledge this as a truthful insight into precisely who and what we are.
And on this anniversary of the birth of Magus Anton Szandor LaVey, we affirm our commitment to maintain the clarity of his thinking, refusing to let those sloppy devil fans and shabby coattail riders sully the integrity of our rational, atheistic, and dramatic philosophy.
We raise a glass and snap a smart cornu to thee today. Our debt to you will never be forgotten, and our rich lives and effulgent productivity stand as testament to the brilliance of your vision.
Hail Anton Szandor LaVey!
Hail Satan!
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