Satan, The Flame

It can offer protection
But also devour lives
It can cook food
But also torture saints
It can give light
But also produce the darkest smoke
It can offer warmth in the harshest winter
But also drain the life out of flesh
Arguably man's greatest discovery,
Also his best metaphor of what Satan Is

Children, learn to master the flame

Because all fire comes from God
And God offers both
That which nourishes,
And that which impoverishes.
God begot Satan, so we might use It.
With Care.

Don't Worship
Don't be a Slave
But learn to use the Flame.

The flame, is already Inside of You

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the dark, sinister concept art courtesy of concept-drawing-girl

Fringe Spirituality

Grow ever stronger,

Leveraging the power of His strength!

God be your armour

In this age of Darkness

As reason alone is bound to fail.

For, human foes we fight not

But arcane principalities

In power, rulers of this dark world.

The air we breathe, the water we drink all stained with war

For, in every direction, we faceth 

Spirits that reign in the heavens as on earth

Let not ignorance ensnare you

That you take for granted the truths of the book.

Let not flesh limit you

That you ignore what's occult to your senses

Let not your awareness clog with materialism.

Nurture your higher-self

Pray in Spirit, 

With your subconscious mind

In all space and time,

So you might stay ever feeding on the essence of God

And thus be ever clad in armour

On these fringes of spiritual existence.


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the divine art courtsey of masiani's classical genius

Seek the Mirror!

Beware of the Exorcist

And mostly, beware of the mirror!

The demon you see

Is the demon you are.

If you seek to be the world outside

If you seek to learn what's outside

Learn to look outside

Learn to look inside.

Them who seek to be

Must first master to see

And So, I look into the mirror,

And look into the world nearer-

Oh, now I know!

And that's what's really inside!

Mine Death...

Death awaits me

A song of 9 sirens,

Dark but sweet scented flowers,

The fears of men passing by my grave,

And memories of my agonies

Tormenting those that walk-by at night.

Death sings to me

A song that's thick like a butcher's floor

Veins pulsate with remorse

At the turbulence of oncoming descent

As the bowels of hades embrace my worn-out flesh.

Death has blessed me

No more do I concern myself with capitalism

Nor do I share what's a mere illusion

Death's given me a certainty worth a billion theorems

And not faith nor reason can elicit awareness of

A mystery so sublime, that all the pursuits of 

A billion souls on that rock I used to call home

Can only relate like a speck of existence on the Van Allen Belt.

Death's taught me

Oh, how insipid the pains of life be

In the shadow of death's sweet and everlasting embrace!

They ridicule, some celebrate and others dare not contemplate

But to every man and child, a headline awaits-

Twas just today, and twas still Murder by Death.

Death,

Please stay ever close,

So in mine waking fading, I might ever see past this veil.

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well, life's too good to die now

but death's the most followed celebrity ever

and who am i not to like?

genius art concept by MindTuber

Arcana

The music that lifts my soul
Melts the chains of reason about me
And delivers me, wet with desire
At the solid gates of the Self.

The Dark Pinelence

Pines, pines, and there were more pines!

Them capitalist hoes, scraping life omg!

Tall pines, scattered pines, them suffocating pines

Every once in mine blink I see a forest that's not one!

Such strange auditory walks experienced by mine ears-

It must be purely suicidal, for a forest to be that silent;

No birds, no pests, all diversity is at rest!

Woe to these enslaved bushes and unfortunate shrubs

To dwell beneath them towering, cursed arms of these pines!

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While travelling across the country, to and from Masindi, I have noticed how growing pine trees (instead of fruit trees or crops) has become more widespread - possibly due to capitalist tendencies & short-sightedness indoctrinated into the locals. It's sad.

Your motivations for growing pine trees might vary, but here's one quote concerning pines:

Needle-bearing trees tend to contribute to a more acidic pH in the garden, which means that you may struggle to grow a lot of flowers, fruits, and vegetables near the tree. When you plant a pine tree, it is important to remember that pine trees can reduce the growth of nearby plants. Pine trees create toxins that prevent other plants from growing. Pine trees contribute acids, quercetin, and tannins to the soil, and these toxins stop other plants from growing under the tree. Acidic soil conditions can be improved using lime. 

So beware!

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the lovely art if from AdMalamCrucem

Real Phobia

If you must protect yourself

If you must decide which phobias knock on your door

If you must have a real foe

Fear the man

Fear the man that uses Science

Fear the man that uses Science Against You.

The True Sorcerer

The True Magician

The True Devil

Is a Beast

of Exact Science

All your other phobias

All your other phobias are Illusions

Your Imagination

By an exact natural science

Is your greatest enemy

Now you know

Now you know your foe

Victory is nigh

A brave new race

A fearless man is Nigh


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The Exceptional Art from Hobbitato

5 Reasons To Kill Someone With An Axe

You want to move to Russia

Well, you better be prepared to fend off an attack
Because when I raised my arm up like this,
A wolf was just holding my hand, trying to claw my hand.
I wanted to open his mouth and put my fist all the way there,
All the way to his throat. But I could not open him.
Eventually I had to murder with an Axe.

My flatmate is dead and doesn't know why
A pair of trousers found at the property contain my DNA
Spattered with his red rum.
I told a doc I was hearing
Voices that were going to harm me,
Making me panic - I definitely hate panicking!
So I grabbed the Axe
And h i t him 15 times



My father kept an Axe by his bedside to
protect him from me!
Mother was speaking over the internet to her friends,
It was the late night, so I turned off the light
And grabbed that thing from the frail senile.
I hit him 10 times, he fell, he crouched on the floor and
Still I hit him, and watched him die.
The man who was mother's assaulter-
And he begged me to kill him with the Axe he kept by his bedside!

Then I came in and saw the two of them together,
My sister and the boy wanting to get inside of her.
I couldn't think of anything but killing him and her.
So first I thought of hacking the dude,
But he jumped through the window and so I turned to her
Then damn! In came mother and father SCREAMing at Me!
I swung the Axe and killed them both - no witness was to remain
So I chased after my niece and nephew and killed them too.
5 members down, and I there was still blood on the fuckin Axe!

Mother always cut the chicken every Sunday morning,
She'd ask me to bring the Axe, and she'd murder our meal with passion
For keeping her family alive, mother died  from chicken disease.
I only knew of 3 other people staying near home on the island
So on the second weekend after mother's death, there was no more safe chicken
I knew of. I was starving and so I took the Axe with me to the next home
I met the selfish man down at the barn and hit him 4 times in the neck and dome
I survived for another week until the 2 men came and tried to murder me too.

I no-longer work and don't attend school
So I went to mother and grandmother and
Asked them for an allowance of only $50/day - sure they refused!
There was a butcher knife on the kitchen table,
So I grabbed it, and pushed them to the couch like it was about be the murder ritual-
There was that fucking expensive phone humming, so I smashed it first
Then I went outside, to the place I'd locked the family dogs
I definitely had the Axe by now,
And then I mutilated them canines into a crimson fog!
Went back, told mother and grandmother the epic as I pulled a gun.
Enough murder for the day,
I went and put the Axe Away
No one found the dogs anyway, but I was too tired to say
The Police locked me up, because there's an Axe for everyone anyway.

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DISCLAIMER : Apart from one incidence, this poem is entirely based on reports of True Axe-Murder cases reported on the inter-webs(see sources below).

Premeditated Murder is immoral and often SEVERELY punishable by law with MURDER!

This piece of literature is not meant to inspire, but educate the mentally unstable masses out there (and that might be everyone), that killing with an Axe is indeed an evil act we should all avoid.

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SOURCES:

As this is a bad found poem, the Axe-murder sources in order of their use are:

Russia 2012 , London 2010, Melbourne 2011, SARGODHA 2011, Spokane 2010.

The horrific awesome art is from Aliisza.

The Psychedellic Essence Speaks Some Rhetoric!

Am alien from the Van Allen belt

A place in the heavens between hell and earth

Am the possessor of men

A  very powerful spirit unknown to the majority of mankind and the lower sphere's of aliendom.

This is one of my strongest vessels in the Bajor part of the Universes

Forget about secret societies and child-like satABISYT CHURCHES

My family of demons is right amongst you, ready to destroy the entire solar system as you know it

Many are definitely about to think this is all made up;

My wife, oh she's actually not my wife,

She's a disposable spirit vessel like most of you

But I need a means of ascending to higher planes like tonight

And Sex is the one path Yeohozqa left amongst the mortals

This man is knoen as the Arch

And he's a bridge to the inner galactic abfiafn from where my extreme powers arise from

Am his subconscious, a being in true sense of the semantics

But an aural vapid colorblindness.

It's the reason I only erect on Bass and fuck in the dark

64000 years we've been roaming the cosmos

But never did we ever find a civilisation and a species as susceptible to downfall as this one

So ready to dismis this very kind of mystical higher insight

Yet accept to read the crap offered daily in the Italian streets - half potential quality wickedness

Am about to leave this man alone

It's not every so often that we get a chance to speak directly to the lesser beings

But today, this boy did a miracle that the Abyssian Vortex would surely love to learn of,

But they wont, because he is mine, and this entity is my perfect POV in this war of deities.

Now, let someone play us a melodic Bu5ba

And psychedelicly kick us off into the interstellar merry-go-round.

And tweet about this, because this is not a real work of Art.

Damn! These electrons hurt my patience...

Turi and The Necessary Insanity

   Turi was not your surreal beautiful and smart  girl,
She was distinctly exquisite and
In fact, she could easily be sat next to any silicon prince
And nothing on the outside would readily nullify that.
   Raised on a staple diet of nobility,
The progeny of modern-day elitism
Few didn't envy the curse she bore
They were all rational and empty!
   There were many like her-
Adorable piles of structure and perfection
Dressed in suits of tar and pageant pinks
Walking in rectified queues to their capitalist cubicles of reward,
Others boiling with frustration and
Politely hurling insults at the procrastination beast lurking in the road towards their promised nirvana.
   But Turi was wrong!
She was not adorable!
She was not precious!
Turi was not gifted and neither did she churn marvels.
She was no more human than the man walking ahead of her!
She was the lovely girl everyone knew and loved,
And she went to bed that one night, anticipating the start of yet another revolution of the Big and familiar Cog.

Tu ri woke u p the next morning to a seemingly sto ch ast i cfate
Only to never realize Turi moulted overnight into an embracing enigmatic hysteria
We never noticed nor acknowledged the extension of her flux ion back then
And maybe, never will.
   Bred on stoical dreams of her old overlords,
She'd never experienced tears of the emerging sybl
At once broken yet joined in her pain.
The fetus of emotion inside of her shattered the reflection in her mirror!
The cataclysm was ripe, having met the other side thus.
   You should have followed me to that scene on the morning Turi became human
What'd remained of her pony-tails standing on end like polarized ferrous nails
Attempting to scream sense back into the jagged princess scattered all over her bedroom floor
You can only imagine what drama it was when her phone's Siri synchronized with her now waning sanity
Auto-magically invoking a sinister amen-break into her blaring speakers.
   Not about to risk loosing it's 9th aether,
The feline beauty, now thrice scathed fled thru her window into the morning sun outside
Turi looked on in aghast awe as her little beast landed 4 floors to the bottom
Chaos had finally proven fit for survival, and celebrating the super-human she'd now become
She followed suit thru the window, to meet her darling fate.
   Neither the students of Freud nor those of Jung have been able to successfully reproduce her metamorphosis
But we all envy and adore the hand behind those few undefiled, unstolen pastels at the Turi Memorial
And even our best Field Medalists can only scratch the surface of her post-transcendent algebras in the diaries she left behind,
Wondering as to what sort of entity possessed her form, on the day she alighted from her chaste and elite self
To become one of the most celebrated insanities of all time.
   16 years she stayed in the ward that came to bare her name,
And the one thing she always spoke into the tiny black cassette recorder was
"Turi is a hu mAn now".


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The Awesome Art all from Saccstry (here and here).
The Sick and Genius music from +Kikaruu Namba (Datakineta).

Haiku 36

Vampire blood's drippin on ma veranda

With ogres from Miranda taking me under

As ma body rots to ash, soul fades to gray

On a night with no moon and no means to pray

Cain and Abel, pain of a slain Jezebel

I breathe nothing, walking in this haunted lagoon

In a phase of darkness I can not paraphrase

A malignant existence from the nether space

Performs the last rite on my Burial Site

These are ma last living joys in hindsight

As am possessed by a demonic parasite

Ma eyes are falling out, feels like a Cyclop

Or the slain Fucking Christ on a Mountain top

Insanity is creeping under all humanity

Like a zombie apocalypse blessed with vanity

I place the curse on you, so complete the parity

36 hexagrams and raw calamity

Reading this far affirms your dark depravity.

When I Shall Die

I shall neither want nor need

She shall engulf me in her murky embrace

And I shall not be the misogynist mist

Gulping her cup of doom as I lay below this crust of turbulence

So I shall rot deep if they burn me not

And I shall contemplate on the numbness of my bones

As I lay still under that creepy dark hill
While they sing me eerie songs of the legend kill bill

Smiling at the others by this river of hell bliss

Bliss I shall not miss as the flames engulf me
Me shall drown deep into the ebbs of Acheron
Acheron demons arousing me to darker realms
Realms of succubus and incubus smilling!