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Post by Dema » Fri Aug 24, 2007 5:30 pm

Poetry by Dema

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Renewal Through Superior Firepower: Part 2
Post by Dema » Sat Aug 31, 2013 3:27 pm

"How many errors does it take for human to realize its errors and stop repeating them?"--- Scorn Malcontent
"Highest philosophy become one with nature"---Aleksandr Chudinov

Earth cries out her agonies of severing doom!
Gloom of Stone Jungles rises from our ever infecting factories,
Sun looks at us with its grim face and it cries its inflammable rays
Of burning days of thounsand more burials...
Dead, decaying and slayed or conquerrored with blood and force!
While some of us live in the past, and mooned by the moon course,

Resolves around Star of Intolarence that sees the source!
Better to live in natural "past" of y(our) own hiSTORY step doors.

Even Truification of truth can hide behind the curtains of falsefication of falseth
Like Illusionist betrays your eyes of truth into lies with movents of hands
And Truth-teller can be mistaken with dishonesty in his breath
Truism needs falsesim in Renewal Through Superior Firepower
Controllers had a therapy session meeting in their little room
By the name "No" was hidden. We are waiting for waves like lovers!

The fire-works were ready to set off and enflame soon!
The splitting bullet for each head was ripping through the air
Erasing the errors! Genius shot the controllers while detonating the bombs. Who cares?

He was a rock lying against the flowing rivers on earth layers.
He was intolarable of civilization
Insane-flames scorched the nations like slayers of relief
Nuclear-winter have come to us those who survived
Had mutations of Trees, insects, even flowers and other animals. Others died
Its like after wars of books, which book is more accurate?

Some of us became rocks, trees, even butterflies
Others, were dirt, grass, and lice
Some of us transform into bugs, and ants...

The Illusion: Part 1
Post by Dema » Tue Apr 09, 2013 10:27 am

Part 1: Work for Illusion!
Days flashed with speed of internet
We are trapped in this net
Quickly labor our lives until gore
We always have to pay more and more...

Sell then produce more and more...
We are numbered, labled and enslaved!
By this civilized illusion,
We have created for ourselves,
The artistized delusion,
We the artists devor each other with paper-obssessions,
The error of payment for existence left us in "poverty" and depression...

Part 2: Illusion in ruins
1) War-lust shall spread our dust on this planet
2) Insanity of continuation of technological advancements shall rust us under sol invictus
3) Currency of greed shall eclipse us into darkness,
We the trashumanists shall enhance life to its immortality,
And update human with mechanical-parts,
We the updated and implanted ones shall witness world collapse!

The Error: Part 2
Post by Dema » Wed Jul 17, 2013 3:39 pm

Part 1: Robots of Systems Virus
We have to work for money,
For sellers and producers to produce more and sell more products!
We the financial delusion and economy!
Transforming fashion and images in this circle,
And go to school learn then go to heigher school to labor for greater currency!
We the industrial slaves, labor for papers
and pay then labor, labor then pay, in masqurade of declining civi"LIE"zation
We decline in our sickness of wars, wealth of disgust with taste of technological manipulations
Push the button and you will know! Click and you don't have to think in internetinazation.

Part 2: Endless Circle of Madness
We have trapped ourselves in our mechanical civi"TRUTH"zation
We the system, eaters of each others tree-reduction
We the survivors in the carnival of masks we wear!

Part 3: Epiphany or Continuation into annihilation?
We dressed in illusions of social dresses
Like Baribies and Kens painted and placed into the Box
We are imprisoned and restricted in this cheaply-expansive box
Like toys in vast universe cursed to pay to illusionism of ourselves
We the artistic-race illusionize our place and selves!
Only epiphany may one day give us gift of realization to fix our repetitive mistakes of world's swells!
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Sat Sep 15, 2007 9:26 am

Recycled
DEMA KRYMKIN·SATURDAY, MAY 27, 2017

World is a full trashcan,
And we are rusty cans,
Rotten food, filthy bottles of trash!
Recycle us and hash!

Hel(p)’s Children Part 1: Love’s Hate
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

She is dressed in corpse dress!
She also paints her a(cute) nails with blood of the dead and stress.
She has murdered last of the prophets of 25 myriads rays for love.

She shines with diamonds of the slavery.
She is rich in poverty of Acid-im-Morality.
Like Indian slums of Delhi!
She walks like flame of lies naming herself a “Truth!” in each re(legion.)
Yet she still looks like Death with scythe, moving in motion of delusion.
She spoke the holy children stories of the saintly love, kindness, and generosity are lacking in her soul.

We are killing mother-earth turning her into catacomb!
We are Hel’s children of doom,
Or a self-destructive ducky-bomb!
We succumb to her chameleon-beauty,
Half carrion and half living, a soulless cutie!

The virtues she teaches us, parasites of her wretched womb.
Greed, war, absolute corruption, racism,
Hypocrisy and prejudicial-Heaven’s gates
Open in nine circles of Hel is our world’s name
that being roasted in the sun!

The Red- Horny-Man with a trident- fork is roasting us like buns. He is her lover and Hun!
I enter nil and eclipsed her savage- light!
And embraced the Gaia at night

Hel(p)Paradise’s Children Part 2: Hate’s Love
DEMA KRYMKIN·MONDAY, MARCH 20, 2017

It would be Paradise…
When children stop crying for help
And hunger in horrors of wars!
It would be Paradise…
When children wouldn’t walk like dirty beggars
On the cruel streets of parental abandonment!


It would be Paradise…
When orphanages close,
And children would be with their love ones of contentment.
We are burning in holy fires of the Sun,
Our divine king and Moon, our sacred queen,
Our Sol-Buddha and Hel.
We the children trapped in the circle of Son.
We have entered nil and light,
And eclipsed ourselves in the night!
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Sun Sep 30, 2007 12:57 pm

_____________________________________

Without You

Without you
Sun not shining
Without you
The days are always dark
Without you
I don’t feel love at all___

So cold and alone
I waiting for one true love
To come____
Depression wakes the dawn
Of my darkness
And brush of despair paint over my sadness

Without you
Why I even alive?
Without you
Like without second half that not combine
Without you
There always tears and winter in the heart

Maybe I don’t deserve love?
Her angel kiss
From red wine lips
I drink to kill the pain
The emotional strain
That never goes away

I can’t live without you
If I don’t have your love
I have nothing!

Without you
Like sun without fire
Without you
Cold and empty soul

I will give you
Stars and moon
Whole universe just for you
To be with me!


Dance Romance

I wait for you
Misery rushing through
Even no you will never come
I save last dance for us two
The dance of love and romance

On this magnificent night
You look lovely tonight
Like thousand gleaming stars
Your gown lights

As you swayed your passion
Into me
I felt this bright emotion indeed
Than my wounds stop bleeding

I had been waiting
For this day to come
To say I love you! as I num
__________


Promiscuous Olianna
You never shall die in my heart
Beneath the sun
I wait for you with flaming roses in my hand
Let the fire bring you my lovesickness towards you
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Wed Oct 24, 2007 4:57 pm

Break Down

Don’t break down
we wont break down
Nock them out
shut their lights out

Don’t give up
Peek it up
Give all you got

We will hit as hard as we can
Till the other team forfeit the game

We are the once that shut them down
We are the once that knock them out
We are the once who has no sympathy around
Us
Make a pass
Get the “Hammer”

We are the family
We don’t stand-alone
Go ahead “Bring All On”

When we got that far
Don’t stop
Keep on going hard

break down

Don’t break down
Blood, sweat, pain
That’s the game
Hit hard again and pound
Make your opponents fall on the ground

“There are no friends on this battlefield”

Get ready to go
Put your head into the game
Let them remember you
Leave the mark
Play smart
Do what you do
Set the goals
Find it inside your soul
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Wed Oct 24, 2007 6:11 pm

The Gift

The days are shinning with your Love
This gift was given to me
The gift was you!

You are love of my life
I live for you
I breathe for you
I do anything for you
My Love!!!

I give you my heart and soul
And everything

When piano plays the music of love
This notes and music that flows into our hearts
Hold us together forever and evermore!

My gift
Which I don’t have
My love
Which I lost in shadows

The Beautiful Love Song

Only you can make me smile
Only you can kill me with your eyes
Only you can make me bleed
Only you can make me suffer indeed

Only your sun
Can burn my flesh
You are my poison star
That fell from Hell

Only you can make me
Take revenge on my enemies
Only you can stab sweetly
Deep into my heart

You blaze from thousand miles away
Nuclear bomb that explode today
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
Image
"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Mon Dec 03, 2007 8:00 pm

Inflammable Wings of Malisun

Adam's wrath disturbed and awoke deadly monster
From centuries of sleep
From the underworld of flaming desert of the deep

"Bloody Malice come to me
My blazing sun
For me to overcome thine woe
"

A combustion eyes
Lust for Malice
She is Malisun’s love divine
Invariable foreshadowed fate
Was written in blood and raze
An exploding and blinding sun
As they ignite inflaming passion to each other
He embraced her tightly with horror
She kissed him
With her infernal mouth of the dim

As they rose high above the ground
Lovefire of the darken mushroom cloud

The weapon himself was Man
His was condemned
To die
Future era of human evolution left perished and blind
Entombment to all of Mankind
!”

He fought through shadows of the darkest night
And still was ready to fight
Again, on blood-soaked land
In abysmal Hell

He who created the horrid demon
And unleashed destructive force of Evil
Jihad war was like poison of flesh eating fever
Thick scars of life left on the mirror

When Malice looked in the shadow reflection
Blood ran from the wounds of shattered glass
Deform image of beauty


What could ever stand on man’s way?
Turns to ruins and decay
Eternal darkness stands today

Blind Eyes of Future: Great Change and Trasformation

Skies tearing itself apart
Wrath and macabre roaring from afar
A modern Black Age
Of Universal damnation sparks
Acute thorns wounds burning clouds
Outburst of massive light wave bounds

Storming meteor hail, rains onto human race that fails
Planetary annihilation unveils Global-Errors of Man revealed
Can’t cleanse from eternal innocence of guilt and its seal
From Pandemonaeon madness
Shadow of Death arises and dwells
Last days of cosmos went into eternal darkness

Second coming winter Ice Age
Solar System funeral
In everlasting universe
Now frozen time burial
Brings Armageddon curse
That blinds eyes of future

Damnation flame is the Sun grows feverishly red
Blazing apocalyptic bursts scorches mankind
And turns Earth into smoldering dry desert of divine
As World burns out from Gods of Light blinds
Every star like candle blows out
And then comes extinction of mankind!

At the "end" of everything there was Darkness!
Yet there are thousands dimesions unexplored and universes
Unfound. Billions galaxies dwell in shadows
These heaveny-bodies are unseen like secret meadows
Extraterrstiral-occult-gods sphered in different orbits
Only natural forces suddenly began to appear from many, many bits

The Sacred-Seasonal-Tree of Life grew Holy Planets and universes from fresh winter-sands
Growing thousands and thousands branches of galaxies like great dance of change
Forming masses of stars
Spreading its leaves on each pla-Net from afar
Forming life after coming of great change and transFormation
Giving Living a breath of life a natural dedication
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:01 am

Beyond the Grave: Black Diabolical Angel

The falling rain
Pour grief upon the stone.
Upon her tombstone,
Beyond the dark graveyard gates

I carried her body
As thousand ravens eclipsed the moon
And darkness fell into my heart of doom
Now her shadow walks alone
I can hear her voice whispers
In the darkest moon nights.

She is black diabolical angel
That split my soul into two half’s – Black and White and in-between
She is angel of death
Carrying her demon shadow in darkness depths
She spread her burned, rotten wings
In the blacken night
To devour my blade of sadness of midnight
With darkest blade of madness

As both razorblades impale violently
Into heart and flesh and wounds bleed
Like in butchered war of carnage and bloodshed
To blootlet the shadows of night
Even moon turned red
From eternal slaughter!

Piercing grief
Pierced so deep
Like bullet rain
Fell from the skies
Everyone dies!

Apocalypse in me
Came early
Candles blown
In my soul

I carried her dead body alone.
Near shadowy tombstones
As her ghost blind my eyes
This noose around her neck
Keeps demon from releasing

After thousand days of twisted fates
And 13 thousand nights in my heart
I went to cemetery to resurrect her body
From the dead
She became an immortal hybrid beast
Vampire and werewolf,
She spread her
Black raven wings of midnight
With razors at the end of them
As she shredded my body
And ate it as her prey,
Philosophical death
Takes our breath. Forever!
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
Image
"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:01 pm

Russian Market: Obama and Vodka

Once upon the time
In America
There was new president
His name was Obama Bin Laden
He was African American
But he loved Russian market

He loved hanging out with Russian mobsters
And his favorite drink was vodka
And once he said to everyone
''Everyone will be rich as long as I am in white house!''
With his drunken voice
Everybody knew for show baby!
''
Spanky baby, sexy thing that he didn't lie

He loved Russian food
And Russian music
And especially Russian vodka

Everyday he comes drunk
To talk to the people
So one day he came drunk again
To talk to people
He figer out how to make everybody rich
And fix the car companies!
And our pathetic, gayish economy

He hired a lots and lots of helicopters
So Obama and Russian mobsters
Went and cleanse the banks all around the United States
And on helicopters
They threw the money to people
From helicopters
It was raining cash!
On every house

Obama's intoxicating friend
Was always with him
It was Vodka Smirnov
He was daily with him
Obama was always drunk from Smirnov
His favorite psychopathy friend

Than next thing you know
Obama getting married
To Vodka Smirnova!
He became total alcoholic!
And he was proud of it!

So later Obama Ebladen
And his friends
Went to Leningraden
To mosh things up in Russia
You know its globalization
Right baby!

So there they got
Even more intoxicated
And they play with Barbie dolls
Because they were horribly drunk
And acting like punks

That's our new president
Be proud and join the clubo
Banana lovers
Don't be homos!

And they went to Russian market
Again
And all of them pretend
That they own that place
And next thing you know
They did dirty deeds
And stores boss
Fat Ass came out
To kick them out

So he tried
But he didn't succeed
Mast up freak
He was new man's breed

And after all havoc
And chaos
Everyone lived
Happily ever after! And Obama still drink!
That was his insane clown posse happiness

George W. Bush and 9/11

In America
Was new attack
The new president
His name was Bush
Or Mr. Bush
He was in the government

His favorite thing
He love to do
He always played
With two numbers 9 and 11
Like a little kid
And he loved cartoons
His favorite cartoon was Tom and Jerry
Fool and Terry

And everyday
Like any other days
He read profane stories to the kids
His guards
They were huge
But inside they were little boyzzz
They liked to play with girls and violent toyzzz

So one day came
And Bush came up
With kids Administration
Of annihilation
Killers not kids!

Then he started to play
With war toys
Like soldiers and tanks
And stuff like that!
Was he preparing something?

He was militant
And malcontent
To start a war
With what? Or who!
The pretender thought about adieu
The world trade center!
To have little kids fun
And games
What a shame!
He loved kid’s games and fun
And he was also alcoholic

He lost his license
When he was under influence driving
And even worse came about
Some one stole his toys
So that's when he started war
On terror

Sudden 9/11 came
Everything wasn't the same
That's when Obama Bin Laden
Stole his toys
Two towers were gone
Probably Terry took them

So Bush called his Mammy
To tell her that Terry
Stole his towers
But It was Obama who stole his towers

Bush was crying
And crying
Like little baby
Right baby!
And then Bush started to search for
Obama Bin Laden
But never found him
He was living American Dream!

So he gave up and bought new toys
And senate found out that Bush
Played with toys
And they kick him out from white house
But later he found Obama and they became best friends and alcoholics!
But he couldn't get his towers back
He broke them during attack
But they didn't care
They were always drunk everywhere!

Moon and Sun Death Romance(Edited)

Frozen Sun
As Love comes undone
Like shadows cast down the dark and unforgiving midnight
Fall of cold and depressive night
A dark light killing unsaved and unloved Sun

Isolated Sun
She is bleeding volcanic realm
Alienated Sun
Raging its waves to brighten the dawn

Chained but yet so dying
Sun suffering without Love
As darkness falls from high above
She is warming him but yet is she clear?

Love that warming Us
As She hung flag of truce but He raised black flag of two of Us
On life’s loving, severing,dying and aging journey of mystery for two of Us
Will we keep love fire burning in Us?

He is frozen cold
She is desperate to warm his soul
His comforting stars
Yet not comforting him anymore
In thickening blackness
He is grieving and freezing in the darkness
He is suffering and bleeding

Without Her
He is nothing
Without Her
He is dead moon
Alone without Her in life’s destruction's He is trapped in living gloom
In the eternal universe
It's like His everlasting curse!
He has to have Her and Her Love
And everyday we stand together facing life’s sufferings, diseases, sicknesses and sorrows with actions

Without Him
She will face her apocalypse
Without Him
She is extinguished nuclear light
Without Him
She is dead Sun
And eternal winter comes undone

As Her red roses
Faded black
And white light doesn't veil on them
As darkness embracing every stem

In our planets hell
Our lives are severed, inflamed and swell
And Love like fever of scarlet Hell
Gives Us, torments Us and killing Us
With feelings of Apocalypses
But Nature of Love should give Us feelings of bliss!
But blisters, scars and bleeding wounds of darkest life we have receive like Death's kiss
Overshadowing our fragile flesh and skin

These boiling emotions
Rising high up in the universal skies
As we motion
And kiss of Love
We live among infinite stars
Our eternal Love is shining from afar
In thundering clouds
We live forever
And ever and ever

We are forever buried alive in the eclipse
In our massive graves
In our cosmic cemetery wraiths
Under our tombstones we died
Death ended our cycle of life!

Bloody Rise of Coerce Fear

One dark night
When shadow of sorrows and terror appear in darkness
As it draw circle of fear and madness
It was blazing shadow of fear and nihilistic blindness

He has come with comfort and oppression
His name was Coerce Fear
He was the Sovereign Nothingness
It was far too long Scorn have reigned over Anarchy Forces of Darkness
Most of mankind they annihilated

Coerce Fear said:
''You seem weak after taking revenge Scorn
Your flesh is torn and hardened to stone
Vengeance is made you weak Scorn
Vengeance and lust for great power, remember that turn your heart to stone!
''

Scorn answered:
''I have reined the weak and pitiful sheep with the rest of the world
With Anarchy Forces of Darkness
It's easy to rule over naive fools who believe
In everything that I tell them to believe!
Now they are enslaved by your fear of nihilistic morality
.''

As emptiness and holy lie
Put numbness to their minds
And every cell is trapped by blind ignorance
They have psychological unconsciousness
Because of veil of ignorance
Begin to thickening in their minds

As Coerce Fear slowly began to overpower Scorn
And black linen embraced the world
With darkest horrors
As terror swept us in darkness

Coerce Fear said:
''Your bastard human race will fade to darkness
Coerce Fear began to feed them with spiritualism
Human race couldn’t see what was behind the lies of moralism
.''

Entire humankind said:
''Why we are here? How everything got here?
It was certainly not from Christian Sovereign Nothingness
!"

Nor because of Zeus nor other deities that we have image throughout our history
It was mystery of life and universe and the mystery still remain mystery
Our holy fathers poisoned and enslaved our flesh and minds
With their corrupt moral theology of myths
And deified ego of men and darkness of blind Faith and Belief dissolve our minds.''

2000 and one night in the heart of humankind that filled with dark fears
That's what they felt when they were mesmerized
From man made holy scripture of fabled lies
And so Coerce Fear began to reign with reign of fear
The remains of blind humankind on Red Planet

As mental disease spread throughout their minds
It begin to drain their intelligence
It insulted and humiliated their natural intelligence
And they began to deny laws of nature

Scorn said:
''If you kill a man
You are a murderer
If you kill a million
You are a king
If you kill them all
You are a god!
''

Coerce Fear said:
''I am a god and satan in one
And I am all the gods
That humanity created
And I am the only god now
Among human insects
I will make you suffer Scorn
I am supreme god of gods that reflects Master-Slave-Morality
Fear and feel my wrath Scorn!
And there was black light of darkness
Now this self-hated humankind will worship me as their moral god! Ah...ha-ha...!
''

Scorn was hardly breathing
Sunset was gleaming
And darkness of night
Swallowed last sparks of day
Taking his last breath as he said:
''Origin of your pathetic religions and your blind Faiths and beliefs
Is and were Men. I reign over mankind for centuries so even if I die
Love will take bittersweet revenge on you for me
And her vengeance will be black as night damn it!''

As he bled his sufferings
As agony was tearing him apart
And with those agonizing words
And needles of piercing anguish
Impaled him and Scorn begin to face his apocalypse
The wrath of Coerce Fear had awoken his apocalypse!
And Coerce Fear took deified throne of darkness and light.
Now Coerce Fear was a god among remaining gods (men)
He was also Religion, the highest Priest, Tyrant and Oppressor!
He have become pope of the world
The new world - Red Planet

Faith, Belief, Peace, Hope, Comfort, Love, and Happiness, He made them artificial angels
They were part of the plan for slavery of the rest of humanity!
They were from moral fantasy world of Christianity
Then after those wanting things of Life formed and also suffering of Life
There were others from real world the world that accepted morality
Hypocrisy, Disbelief, Despair, Suffering, Hate, Depression, Suffering and Wretchedness, Life made them real demons
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
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Post by Dema » Mon Oct 26, 2009 1:15 pm

To the Artist

Christine
You are the stars covered with light
Your smile is brightening sunlight
Your sweet voice is mesmerizing
Piano music that plays during daylight

You are the light
Shining moon in the midnight
The bringer of peace into the heart of night
You are the light in the midnight

You are new universe
You are the artist
That painted trees
As you draw your sketches free
Handed

Your pencil dancing
In your gentle hands
As your art growing
When you are drawing

You are the rose
That grows during
During shining days
And summer days

You are the artist
That painted dream of paradise
You are an interesting artist
You are the paradise!

Солнце и Луна Смертельный Романс

Замершее Солнце
Как любовь падает
Как тени падают во тьме
Как чёрный свет везде
Падающей холодной депрессивной ночи

Отдалённое Солнце
Она кровавый вулкан
Отшельница Солнце
Возрождает свои волны чтоб осветить утро

Она закована, но в тоже время умеряющая
Солнце страдает без любви, И ночь приносит тени
Она согревает его. Ну видно ли её,

Он замерзает
Она отчаянна хочет согреть его душу
Его звёзды
Сейчас не приносят камфора ему
И во мраке
Он мучается и замерзает во тьме

Любовь согревала нас
Но ты повесил белый влаг
А потом чёрны влаг
Будем ли мы нашей любви огонь
Будет ли он в нас гореть

Без неё
Он нечто
Без неё
Он мёртвая Луна
Один в живой тьме
В вечной вселенной
Как его вечное проклятие

Её красные розы
Потемнели
Почернели
И белый свет не облегает розы
Только тьма облегает их везде

Наши планеты это Ады
Наши жизни огненные и страдательные
Любовь как лихорадка
Даёт нам чувства
Апокалипсиса
Но она нам давать наслаждения должна
Но порезы раны жизненные мы получаем ты и я

Наши кипящие чувства любви
Возвышаются в облаках
И мы двигаемся
К поцелую долгожданной любви!

Мы живём в вечных звёздах
И наша вечная любовь светиться далеко
В грозовых облаках
Мы живём вечно

Сад Разбитых Зеркал

Сад разбитых зеркал
Стоит посредине Ада
Сад разбитых сердец и вечного горе
Сад разбитых душ и вечной грусти
Ты идёшь в сад разбитых зеркал

Припев:
Разбитые зеркала
Где Любовь не позволена
Разбитые зеркала
Где жизнь так пуста
Где чувства заграют до тла
Мalice там всегда проявляется в тёмных зеркалах
Её ослепительная, жестокая красота
Ослепляет всем глаза...!

Ты ходишь в этот сад каждый день
Ты там как проклятая тень
В этой пустой пустоте
Здесь зеркала холодные везде
И раны на них не зажитые

Здесь холод и мрак
Здесь грусть так сильна и вечна!
Ты допиваешь своё горе до дна
Любовь прокляла тебя

Вечное проклятие на этом саду
Души страдают в этом Аду

Там врата всегда открыты
Там цвета и запаха нет
Там мёртвые души
Плачут от бед
Это место знают мужчины
Кому Любовь не дала свой свет

Тут счастья
Ты не встретишь
Но боль найдёшь
И рабство
Скорби вырастешь

Как одинокий месяц
Ты ищешь свою луну
Ты не увидишь в глазах
Её зеркалах
Её душевную красоту

Расцветающая Роза!?

Она цвела
В жизненном мраке ночей
Она ждала
Счастья и детей

Расцветающая Любовь
Погибающая вновь и вновь
Как вампир Смерть
Выпивает у неё кровь
И цветущая Любовь тоже смертна

Шипы её остры
Как Жизни шипы тоже в натуре остры
На страданиях
На унижениях
Все болезни
Порезы и раны
Остались на тебе
Ты теперь горишь
В огне пылаешь
На шипах Жизни опять погибаешь

Умирая во тьме
Во мраке и вообще
Из-за теней Жизни
Любовь не кажется
Настоящей везде много слишком теней
Её замуровали
Ночные тени мрачной Жизни

Расцветающая Любовь
Мёртвая вновь и вновь
Не горит в сердце кровь
Жизнь похоронят и Любовь

Человеческая Любовь
Она кипит
В Ненависти
Страсти, но не в любви
Чувство Счастья
На шипах Ненависти
Запуталась умирающая Любовь

Жизнь надаёт ей расти
В муках Природа Любви
В болезнях адских недоросли
Неморально ей расти
От Природы, а не
От Тирана Морального?!


Задушили мозги
Любви Моралью и
Теперь она умерла и убита
Умственно разбита
Настрадалась
От Жизненных мук Любовь
И не выжила
В огне она сгорала
Нет больше Настоящей Любви!
Ей больше не расцвести
Из-за агонии и морали
В гробу она лежит от тирании Жизни

Тень Любви

Продолжение Расцветающей Розы

Она умерла
В чёрный день
Он был как ночь
Она умерла в агонии одна

Сердце теперь болит
В страданиях кричит и плачет
Почему мы не спасли Любовь?
Но оставила она нам шипы
В Жизни которая сейчас на шипах и сейчас она в покое спит и не скорбит....

Смерть красивая её в зела
А Жизнь галима её предала
Пытала и мучила
Только в этой Жизни осталась её тень
Только одна тень Любви
Сердце почернела от такой несправедливой, бессмысленной, ничтожной и себя ненавистной Жизни!

Похороны наших сердец
Что Любви пришёл конец?
Но тень её блуждает теперь
По волнам бушующей Жизни теперь

Припев:1
Она отдыхает
Она не згарает
Во тьме красивой смерти
Полная счастья, мира и любви
Она отдыхает от усталости,

Припев:2
Любовь отдыхает
От постоянной тирании
Печали и грусти
И нарастут её шипы
Она отдыхает
От браковоной морали
От постоянной боли
Но тень её блуждает в нашей Жизни

Припев:3
Только осталась её тень
Что же мы будем делать теперь?
Наши сердца замёрзшие
Она тению своей облегает наши сердца теперь!

Жизнь дай нам же больше статья!
Дай нам больше любви!
Меньше горе
Жизнь ты любишь нас так сильно бить
Меньше боли
Дай нам в любви жить
Пожалуйста
Как у нас в сердцах игла

На этом кладбище
Мрачном кладбище
Наши сердца похороненные
Навсегда и недалюбитые....
Но страдающие чёрные сердца
И мёртвые из-за Любви Апокалипсиса

На кладбище Жизни
И на кладбище Любви
Где везде её Тени!
Я желаю вам всем настоящей любви!

Все ждите свою настоящую Любовь
Чтоб она зажгла вашу кровь?
Тогда мир наступит вновь?
Нам всем ли нужна настоящая Любовь?
Её тени везде
Но Она
Но тени чернеют везде
Она все ещё мертва
Любовь настоящая
Как ты и я
Но не окружают нас тени Любви

Любовь жила чтобы умереть
Её отдых это прекрасная Смерть
От усталой, больной, страдающей, проклятой и сумасшедшей Жизни!

Холодный Нож ''Любви''

Ты смотришь на лезвие
Сверкает оно в темноте

Этот холодный нож любви
Холодный нож мучений
Нож жаждет страсти
Холодный нож от всех болезней

Ты смотришь
И точишь как боль

Протыкает насквозь
Бьёт и избивают
Как в голову гвоздь
Забивает!

Тебя уничтожает
Красотой огненной обжигает

Холодный нож Любви
Это поцелуй от самой красавице Смерти!

Как поцелуй счастию от Смерти
Как её губы от холодного ножа Любви
Все в крови Розы Любви!
Нежелая себе Жизни
Ты смотришь в глаза Смерти как в глаза любви

И скорее нож наточить
Как хочется тебе себя убить
Без настоящей Любви нежить
А из Божьей фантазии Любовь это нелюбовь!

Холодный нож Любви
Отражает тень Смерти
Как в зеркале Отражений
Смерть это вечный сон, отдых, покой и счастья в окружении теней

Чтоб убрать физическую вечною боль
Чтоб убрать умственную боль
И мучения
Жизнь это вечность мучений и мучения
Чтоб залечить все болезни
Чтоб стереть весь страх где тени!
Возьми холодный нож Смерти
И перереж свои жизненные перегоротки!

Нужен холодный нож
Холодный нож
Для сердца
Где умрёт вся вера!

Все мучения
И вся идеология
И мёртвая мораль
Претворяющаяся живой?!

Нож это спасения
Нож чтоб перерезать
Все жизненные поддержки
Все перерезать чтоб увидеть Смерть
Все жизненные опоры для спасения

Холодный нож
Холодный и пустой как жизнь
Холодная и пустая
Ничтожная и ненавистная вся жизнь

Ненадо вина
Ненадо наркотиков
Ненадо курева
Надо только нож

Перерезать вены
Чтоб уничтожить все муки
Чтоб уничтожить все веры
Ты режешь себе вены
Жизнь тебе ненужна!
Она полна дерьма и она падла!

Отражения лезвия
Как отражения Смерти
И кровь течёт от Жизни
Слабой такой
Она не может жить без религии!

Ты упал на пол
С ножом в руке
И Кровь течёт из вен по руке
И Смерти ты ждёшь с ножом в руке

Умирая медленно
И жестоко

Умирая больно
И кроваво!
От лезвия страсти
И ножа ненависти

Сказки Для Взрослых: Пидарас из Теста и Многоэтажка(Теремок)

Пидарас из Теста

Жили были
Дедан и бабка
Они были
Два алкаша

Как они оба на бухались
Нажрались
Как свиньи
Суки, бляди
И старая карга
Решила испечь
Пидараса из теста

Вот она испекла
А он падла сказал
Я не буду жить с вами алкашами
Я по ебашил от сюда!

И покатился пидарас из теста
А ему навстречу
Заяц косой мудак

Пидарас отвечает мудаку
Я от бабы ушёл
И от деда укатил
И от тебя мудило уебу
Понел чмо ты косое!

И дальше поколесил
И на всречю ему
Волк
Сволочь продажная
На чёрном рынке он работает
Волк спрашивает давай я тебя
Сотру куплю слышь пацан
Из теста пидор ему и отвечает

Пошёл нахуй
Я не буду твоим папетом
Я то алкашей ушёл
Я от зайца такового мудака упёр
Я и от тебя продажная шкура сматаюсь

Поебашил он дальше
А на встречю ему медведь
Старый хер
Увидал из теста пидара
И говорит я тебя с хаваю
Слышь ты бритое ебло!

не слышу
Пидор ему отвечает
Отвали от меня ты лохматый хуй!
А медведь был голубым
Он уж с женой развёлся
И ща с бойфрендом живёт

Медведь и говорит ща я тебя
Отделаю
Откалбашу

Из теста пидор ему и отвечает
Я от алкашей ушёл
Я от косого мудака зайца уебашил
Я от волка
Свалил и от тебя подавно уебеню

И попёр дальше
Катиться, катиться
Я на панеле лиса шлюха стоит

Опа! Ты хочешь немного
Со мной трахнуться?
Ёбнуться хошь слышь ты гандон не доросший?
И стеста пидор и отвечает
Пошла нафик
Ещё чего захотела
Шлюха! Иди ебись с кем другим!

И он ей и отвечает
Я от алкашей ушёл
Я от косого мудака зайца ушёл
Я от волка упёр
Я от медведя голубого уебашил
И от тебя сматаюсь

Назад покатил и увидал в лесу
Водки две бутылки полные валяются
Нажрался и заснул
Наследующее утро проснулся
С собой вторую водяру взял и домой вернулся
И стали они жить поживать
И дальше бухать
КОНЕЦ!

Многоэтажка(Теремок)

как то по утру рабочие
мудились с многоэтажкой
заманало им работать
целый день фигарились над ней
Заебло со сволочью проклятой
Мучиться с ней работать

Оставили её нахуй
и поебашили бухать
пьянствовать
алкаши хреновы
и забросили многоэтажку как жена мужа!
Как то легуха на своём мотике
проезжала
Она вякнула есть кто дома?
Никакая сволочь не ответила!
Опа! Какой идиот такое богатство забросил?

Ну мотик свой припарковала
И стала жить в многоэтажке
А потом мышка проститутка
Шла мимо панель себе искала
И нашла

Своим голоском ебальным
Сексуальным промолвила
Есть кто дома
Лягушка шлюшке
И ответила я тут живу
Хошь тоже жить будешь
Только шмотки с порога убери
Внатуре ладно
И стала лягушка
И мышка жить

Проезжал мимо
Волк мафиози вот у него такое чтиво
С тёлками и шалавами
Увидал многоэтажку
И спрашивает есть кто дома

Да есть
Сказали мышка и лягушка
Че тебе чувак тут надо
У меня вчера дачу разрушили
Потому что пизделовка из-за бабок была
Слышь можно буду с вами жить?
Ну давай, а размер какой у тебя
Пошла нахуй мышка у меня своих хватает, а ты ещё шалава превезалась!

И волк он гандон
Тоже начел жить во многоэтажке

После работы в баре стрип клубе
Лиса проходила
Увидала многоэтажку
Кто дома есть
Отпирай падлы!
Кто это легуха спросила?
Это лиса стриптизерша
Волк так этого ещё нахватала
Я и так прости тут!

Лиса спрашивает можно
Свами буду жить
Волка удовлетворять!
Ну заваливай
И все вместе начели жить

Ночь наступила
Заяц плетётся по улице
Грязный тащит ужасно от него
Идёт бычки собирает
Курит и допивает последнюю
Бутыль пива которую нашёл

Увидал заброшенною многоэтажку
Позвонил
Лиса ответила
Че тебе надо
Жить мне негде
У меня дом сгорел
Можно с вами жить буду?
Ну живи только иди вымойся
И мы тебе другую одежду дадим
И все вместе опять начели жить

А потом святоша
Да ещё и мэр
Медведь проезжал на мимо
Увидал заброшенный дом
И говорит надо сносить
А там же другие звери жили
Но подождал и позвонил

Лиса ответила
Че тебе тут надо
Мразь политическая
Фантазер ты «Светой»
Медведь отвечает
Я этот дом собираюсь сносить
Все подошли когда услышали
И говорят Мы не позволим
Падла тварь
Шваль ебаная
Отпиздели его они дружна
Закопали за многоэтажкой
Этого так называемого святого тирана!
Под командованье волка
И зайца он же на войне ещё был
Теперь кровь то политическую смыл
Но кризис в мире неисправен
Вот так и продолжаль жить!
Страдать любить
Или не любить
И вымирать

Funeral of Our Hearts

Near our grave they stand mournful and grim
Near our tombs they stand suffering and dim
As darkness strikes its beams
And rotting trees haunt in the night
And they hear cries of our hearts in midnight

Funeral of our hearts
This is funeral of broken and cold hearts
This is funeral of dead and torturous hearts
Funeral of our hearts

On this dark and depressing day
As shadows shade to blacken May
Delusional love we slay
You and I are died today

And moon cried blood red
Soon we are all will be dead!
Like you and I died
Tears shedding black skies
Grief, torture and suffering on rise

Whispers carried by wind raged through the night
In dark and old cemetery of thickening twilight
Dusk swallowed the last beam of light
The tombs are rusted and blackening
Life suffered, bled and died from lack of delight

Like pale face of Death begin to appear
And in rotten wooden coffins our skeletons embrace each other
In love and Death took our fear
Away and ghost fog swept the graves
Our death bloodlet to shades

And black trees
Stand dead alive
And they hear the torturous screams
Coming from our graves

This is funeral of our hearts
Darkness of our hearts
Suffering and agony of our hearts
Dark and depressive hearts

Death buried both of us
Our hearts are rot and eaten by maggots
As shadows become alive under rotten flesh and guts
Death took us
In its underground kingdom of eternal darkness

And rust on tombs
Is like dead skin
And blood poured
Over the sickening tombs

And winds howls
Like whispers of our names
As corpse winds howls
Like whispers of the dead and shame

Old crosses bent and broken
As you walk through the sharp gates
You feel the hollow shades and screams from graves
Here hearts are torn and broken locked in spirit gates

Fog turned into skull
Like shadow of Death
Blood rain fall
Our hearts are bleeding in Death
Tormented and grieving souls
They hear at night when winds howl

As you walk in you can smell Death itself
As shadows of dead swell Death comes
And you take yourself and your own life cut your veins and slit your own throat
To put end to suffering and grief is to die
You committed suicide
Here we are died
This is funeral of our hearts

I hung myself
And stab myself
Until I bled
I was waited to be dead
I smelled death as I died
In haunted alive cemetery
The life was dismal and dreary
This is funeral of our hearts

Beware of Black Coffee

It was happening in Caribou Coffee Shop
When I was pacing in
The coffee shop
Like cancer anecdote
I wanted some caffeine
It was my greatest of great sin

Yeah right! My hommes knew
That I was addicted to it
So I came in the shop
And I saw Death behind the counter smiling at me
What hell did I see?

Death said” Do you want to buy some coffee?”
I said” Yeah! Either I was dope-head or George W. Bush doesn’t like his job!”
Obama was screaming in my ear “Buy it! Buy it! You know how it is with war in Afghanistan!”
Than all of sudden Satan and God, Zeus and Buddha said to me” Use your wisdom son, we are your fathers. Buy it or leave it!”
I said” Why these people were sleeping in your shop?”
Death said” Oh! They are getting light tan!”

I was practically insane
But I have to have my fame
So I bought one cup of Mocha
But than superman descended from the skies
And Said” What are afraid of son buy another one?”
I like hell yeah man I will
That was my will to survive
I shall die, die by my almighty cappuccino coffee

There were coffee shops all around the world
That what we really afraid of was coffee
Even in ancient Greece Chip and Dale was drinking coffee
That’s how they had all the muscle to build those pyramids

So the virus spread faster and faster
The black coffee was the ideal and idol of the world
We all begin to worship our coffee
I was like stop I am still in coffee shop
And Beside Death was standing Carmen Electra
She is the one who gave me power of gods
She gave me electricity
I felt it all like rush of insanity

So I said” Thanks sugar that’s just what I needed to defeat the Black Coffee!”
Actually the name of black coffee was Jimmy
Well Jimmy you going down
He is like I am already down son said Jimmy
I was his worst nightmare
I had army of loony tunes and Barbies with chainsaws
It’s going to be massacres in coffee shops
When I rise in victory
To cure my insanity
To become sane again
So I raised my last cup of coffee
And said” Who is ready to battle the Jimmy the Black Coffee?”

Barbies and Loony Tunes went straight into war
The war was raging on and on
Like my last song
All of sudden my girlfriend appeared
Oh I didn’t know that I had one
Her name was Sadie
She was part of Obama’s Clan or should I say his sect!

Really she wasn’t
She was nihilistic violent girl
She wings her sword like hot chick
Schwarzenegger helped me find her
She my sweet sugar
She is my sweetener
She is my sex-bomb
Enough about my girlfriend
Let’s get back to the war with coffee
Death was the coffee maker
But I was cookies baker

Warrior’s prayer
With Jacky Chan’s fighting skills
And Buddha’s kisses, well if she is the hottie of course
We pray to gods or us
Thankful for every cookie
And cheap brain that you sold us
We pray to win this junk
We pray to stay out of debt and have enough money
The delicious coffee we came to defeat you Jimmy

Jack, Jake, Melisa, Suzy, Emmy
Tommy, Braidy, Sasha, Pasha, Ralph
Dema, Spenser, Emma, Marcel, Tim

They were the messiahs
That has come to end this war
They drink last cup of coffee
And Jimmy was threatened
Once everyone stopped drinking coffee

The blackness in their flesh
And minds was clearing
While Barbies and Loony Tunes
Were still destroying the Jimmy
My girlfriend kissed me
Like emptiness swift me
She was my lady
Everyone around the world
Finished their last cups
Death said” You won but beware of black coffee?”
I said” Love you too”

The war was over
No more sorrow
Loony Tunes went to do their things
Barbie’s went back on the shelves
I still was single because my girlfriend doesn’t exist!

Beware of Black Coffee
Jimmy is still around
This is not over
Jimmy in hiding in our stomachs
In our cupboards
We thought the battle was over?

I say drink coffee!
Last edited by Dema on Sun Sep 02, 2018 10:25 am, edited 34 times in total.
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"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

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"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

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Post by Dema » Thu Dec 10, 2009 8:11 pm

Счастья И Всего Самого Хорошего!(Edited-by:Илья)

Про счастья, любовь и
Предданность

Желаю тебе счастья, любви,
Чтоб никогда не грустить,
Желаю вечной любви...!
Чтоб его не могла ты забыть…

Чтоб любовь всегда сияла,
Как солнышко над головой,
Чтобы глазки горели
И любовь не казалась слепой.

Чтобы он всегда преданным был
И никогда не изменял,
Чтоб он всё сердце и душу
только тебе одной отдавал.

Чтоб не было у тебя никогда горя
Чтоб он с тобой хорошо обращался
Чтоб жизнь всегда была прекрасна
И ты забывалась от счастья.

Чтоб он приносил тебе только розы,
Розы счастья и радости в дом
Чтоб он знал, ты одна во всём мире!
И больше нет никого.

Нет никого дороже ТЕБЯ!
Чтоб только ты у него дорогая была
Одна и единственная
У него была НАВСЕГДА!

Чтоб он всегда рядом был
В самую сложную минуту
Чтоб вы делали всё вместе!
Как это и положено

Чтоб он знал
Вы – это ОДНО ЦЕЛОЕ!
Одна любовь
Одна судьба
Одна жизнь

Желаю всего самого лучшего
От всего сердца
От всей души
Навсегда!!!

От одноклассника
Димы Крымкина
Оле Романовой
На всю жизнь!!!

Всегда Ворачиваемся!

А, а, ага без базара
Это моя телега
Про матушку Россию
Про нашу родину Россию
Так что невстовляй тут нильшнего базара
Мы вернёмся
Мы все когда то ворачиваемся
Я вернусь
Ну и ты вернись

По дороге назад
С радостью в глазах
Как полный отпад
Родину Россию ты видишь в глазах
Ах как сладкое вино на губах

Мы всегда ворачиваемся
Может даже ты найдёшь там любовь и влюбишься?
Мы даже через долгие годы ворачиваемся!
Вот так и возвращаемся

Всегда ворачиваемся (Мы)
Всегда ворачиваемся(Мы)
Всегда ворачиваемся (Мы)
Всегда ворачиваемся(Мы)

Мы на разных полюсах
В разных городах
Но это ничего не значит, ага
Мы вернёмся так и так, ага yeah!
Даже если мы в разных полюсах
И в других городах
Это ничего не значит, ага
Мы вернёмся так и так, ага yeah!

Мы все когда то ворачиваемся
Мы все когда то ворачиваемся
Мы все когда то ворачиваемся
Мы все когда то ворачиваемся

Как вьюгою нас гонит назад
Домой вперёд
Все кто это чувствовал поймёт
Мы все когда то стремимся вернуться назад!

День так тускл
Ночь темна
Светом нам будет наша луна
Мы все бежим туда
Где раньше родились нас рвёт туда

Разрывает жалкий свет дня
Мы громким голосом кричим в огненные небеса
''Мы вернёмся!''
Нам самим то даже не дождаться!

Жди нас родина моя
Жди нас родина моя
Жди нас родина моя
Жди нас родина моя

Мы все любим тебя!
Мы ждём того дня
Когда вернёмся
Тогда и вернёмся

Мы не можем забыть своего
Родного языка
Этого языка
Родного

Надежда и вера
Утонули во тьме эти слова
Но мы се-ровно вернёмся туда
Как приземлимся так выпьем бокал вина

Мы на разных полюсах
В разных городах
Но это ничего не значит
Мы вернёмся так и так
Даже если мы в разных полюсах
И в других городах
Это ничего не значит
Мы вернёмся так и так

Алёна

Алёна твоя красота прекрасна
Как природа ты красива
Твои глаза как в полнолуннем небе звезда
Ты как солнце ослепительна

Ты хорошая
Но в тоже время загадка
Ты добрая
Ты как луна но сияешь как Афродита
Это незря!

Алёна ты красная роза
Ты в Райских садах расцветаешь
И в солнечные дни цветёшь
Твой бутон как пламя огня

Ты свет завтронего дня
Этот свет надежды и мира
Освящает тебя
Ты от природы
Ты умна и мудра

Жестока-Красивая

Жестока-Красивая
Через миллионы миров и звёзд я буду идти
Чтоб тебя найти
Я буду ждать следующего дня
Чтоб искать тебя
Любовь такая сладкая
Но такая жестокая

Как её красота
Лузвием перерезала нам глаза
От этой ярости мы можем остаться слепыми навсегда
Разгневонная, ожестачённая и мстительная красота её
Которая может уничтожить всё!

В любви как в огне
Ты згораеш в себе
Она жестока-красивая
Она богиня тьмы, гнева, грозы и мести
Обрушающими волнами бури
Затапливая жизнь и видя с небес её кровавые слёзы
Плача падают с пылающих адом небес!

Её сердце было создано для любви
Но не для боли
Она как маленький котёнок который превратился в дикого зверя
И своими лезвенными когтями
Нашему человечеству приносит боль и раны!

Дьявольски-жестокая карасота
Твоя красота
Сжигает чуства
Вулканическая лава
Взрываеться из твоих вен
Твоё сердце громко бьёться
Что моя земля тресётся

В твоих волосах
Леденой ветер завивается
В твоих змеинных глазах
Торнадо вьётся
Её красота это смерть с касою на плечах

Своим сладким
Заморажевующим поцелуем
Она несёт с собой вечную зиму
И смертельный мороз
Который заморозил всё живое на своём пути
Своими волнами страшной мести
Затапливаеш все оставшие аспекты жизни
Своими шипами
Этой жестокой, ядовитой розы
Нежно и глубоко ты протыкаеш
сердце мне

Она женщина сказочной красоты
Но она несёт ад!
Своим гневом нам в души
Её красота пок маской жестокости
И пылает адом она
У нас в сердцах
И месть её проевляется на наших глазах

Природа незнает покоя
От мести и гнева
Природа мстит каждому из нас
За её загрезнения
Мы медленно её ведём
К Апокалипсиссу!
Мёртвая природа
Всё ещё ведёт войну-мести
С человечеством и их ignorance
Её загрезнения...

Судный День!

Я буду вершить
Свой страшный суд
мести!
Моя месть черна как ночь
И красна как кровь

Я буду вашем судьёй Ада
В моей ужасной философии мести
Боль за боль
Кулак за кулак
Вы заслуживаете смех жестокой смерти

Анархия мести горит
В моих венах как Ад!
Уничтожая моих врагов
Один за одним
Это будет теперь их Ад
Который разгорается в кругу адов
Каждый из них будет убит
В этот Судный День

Их жизнь будет гореть
во тьме
И больше не где
Страдания и муки
Хлоднокровным лезвием
Перерезает их крики
Медленно и жестоко
Без всякой жалости и милосердия
Только в шипах мести
Они будут чуствовать
Мою ярость и их боль
В этот Судрый День
Руки все в крови от кровавой мести
Ты жестокий мститель
Дальше иди воин-мести!
Твоя война
Была незря
Ты отомстил
Свою душу от камня
Тяжолого освободил!
Твой призрак страха и он твой врак
Умер с твоими прошлыми врагами
Навсегда в этот Судный День

Сгораю От Твоей Любви

Я сгораю__от твоей любви
От твоей любви___
Я сгораю__от твоей любви
От твоей любви___
Глазами мы встретились с тобой
Этой расцветающей весною
Ты дала мне покой
Ты успокоила моё сердце от боли
И заличила мои раны в душе

Твои слова сладкие как мёд
Твой поцелуй огонь и лёд
Ты моё счастье
Ты любовь моей жизни
Которой у меня сейчас нет
И судьба моя пуста
И жизнь моя пуста
Но твоя любовь мне дорога
Неповезёт в жизни
Неповезёт в любви

Я схожу сума
Но она не любит меня
Я буду ждать тебя
Все эти века
Ждать тебя
Когда ты придёш
И неудёш скажеш что ты любишь меня

Все мои слова
Все мои стихи только о тебе
Без любви нет покоя
И в душе облегает вечный зной
Твой сладкий голос
Закалдовал меня навсегда
Я немогу жить
Без твоей любви x2
Потомуштовся жизнь построена на любви!

Огонь Двух Сердец

Мираж призрачной Любви
И счастья
Проскальзывает между глаз
По разгневанным волнам океана
В тенях этой жизни
И смерти
Идёт её тень по пескам и волнам сна

Любовь это жестокая ига!
Счастья двух сердец
Или ненависть-месть наконец.
Любовь, судьба и жизнь
Закованы одной цепью!

Влюбится это как сердцу разбится об камни
Её холодный огонь заморозил сердце мне
Любовь как змея –
Ужалит нежалеет не его не себя
Оставляя сладкий яд в сердцах
Как коварна она

Kрасные и расколённые угли Любви
От холода её потухли.
Огонь двух сердец!
Мы искали друг, друга в ночи
Чтоб наша жизнь небыла
Разбита как стекло – Опять!
Огонь двух сердец больше незажечь
Если бы только два расколлённых угля
Пылали одним огнём

На троне пылающего aда
Сидит Любовь
Эта Огненная роза своими
Шипами
Завивает как колючей проволокой души и сердца. Уничтожая их рас и навсегда

Она зажигает сердца своими огнями
Рая и Ада
Судьёй будет она
С нами
Если бы была она
Одна из миллиона
Из хорошего сна
Эта Любовь.
Зачем мы влювляемся?
В друг, дгуга
Когда Любовь
Такая пустая как боль

Cны О Тебе

Вчера я видел тебя
Опять! Во снах своих Оля!
Сны о тебе
Ты как призрак везде
В моей душе

Любовь слепа!
И жестока!

Я незнаю почему
Я вижу тебя?
Я вообще
Непонимаю
Почему
Ты у меня всегда в голове?
Сны о тебе!?

Я блуждаю в чёрных тенях
Невидя света жизни!
Ослеплённый тьмою
Во сне

Думая о тебе
Нечуствуя ответов
Или слов
Только видя тебя
Нечуствуя твоего огня!
Оля – Я Слепой Мрачный Поэт

Окружающие жизненные стены тьмы
Разрубили нас на '''Я'' и ''Ты''
И неосталось слово ''Мы''

Зеркала

Зекала, Зекала, Зекала,
Любовь кажеться так слепа!
Я потерял тебя!
Как призрак во тьме
Уголь испорился в огне

Зеркала
Ты мне так нужна
Но ты так недоступна!
Твой призрак в зеркалах
Изчез во мрачных облаках!

Люди верят в странные вещи!
Чтобы жить и неунывать?
Но от наивной веры сознание потерять!
Но чтобы стать сильнее!?
И Любовь не стала темнее!

Наша наивная вера - лицемерие промыла всем мозги
Лучше убить свои мозги
И некогда больше недумать!

Отрожение от зеркал
Может быть твоё?
Может глупая вера?
Поможет мне
Найти тебя
Нет она некогда только дела

Из тьмы дней
И ночей
Луна сияя
Даст мне путь
К зеркалу – Судьбы
Где будут я и ты!
Last edited by Dema on Sun Jul 15, 2018 11:23 am, edited 10 times in total.
Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Tue Mar 02, 2010 8:35 pm

Darkside of The Beauty
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

What's behind the mask of beauty?
Her blazing masks of cruelty!
A dark reflection of Malice looking at us from red mirror with smile of divinity!

A mirage of ghost of love,
Glides across raging ocean floor before our eyes!
We can't find shadows of love
In the darkness.

She eats the suffering hearts!
From flaming blood rose,
Swirl her thorns like barber wire,
And slowly destroying lonely hearts.

Her razorblade
Slash our eyes
From this feverish fury
We left so blind!

She is raven,
that spreads her burning wings,
killing the light,
Bringing eternal darkness of night,
And infinite heartache!

As she pours wine into our minds.
We become drunk from her beauty!
She is inevitable poison,
In the darkest moon they lie torn apart.

She is queen of darkness
Shadows surround her
And serpents swirl across her body

Garden of Broken Mirrors
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Garden of Broken Mirrors
Stands in the middle of Hell
Garden of broken hearts and eternal sorrow
Garden of shattered souls and sadness
You go into the Garden of Broken Mirrors

Broken mirrors
Where Love is forbidden
Broken mirrors
Here life is empty
Here emotions reduce to ashes
Malice always appears in dark mirrors
Her blinding, cruel beauty
Blinds eyes of man

You going into this garden every day
You there like cursed shadow
In this empty, emptiness
Here mirrors cold everywhere
And wounds on them not healed!
From eternal pain

Here so cold and dark
Here grief so strong and eternal
You finishing your class of wine of sorrow
Love cursed you...

Eternal curse on the garden
Souls suffer in this Hell
Gates always open there
Their souls cry from pain
Men knows this place
Who Love didn't give light

You never find happiness here
But pain you will find
And you will be slave
Of eternal pain

You will not see in her eyes
Her mirrors
Her soul beauty
But you will see her vengeance

In this life of Hell
You will suffer in this Eden garden
You will be drunk of sorrow
But not of Love
In this Garden of Broken Mirrors

The Sun Part 5: Sleeping Beauty is Awakening!
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Sleeping Sun is awakening!
Sleeping Beauty is wakening…
Inflamed Moon is bleeding,
And he feels no bliss.

Hot star is burning him from afar,
With her engine of nuclear flames!
And reactor of the damned,
Casting her swelled red shadow,
Reflecting on sorrowful Moon.
As he melts like stone by her love,
Scarlet feverish Sun facing Her doom.
She doesn't cool her horrible fire...

From six billion years of sleep,
She comes alive,
Her loving heat…
Undress her scarlet skirts,
Her name is Apocalypses!
Her venom boils inside of her heart!

She is mortician and executioner!
Dominatrix Apocalypses,
The living curse of damnation,
She melts the flesh!
And burn hearts of the universes!
She is torch of fire and suicide,
Bittersweet Apocalypses
As everything and everyone dies!


Behind Shaded Mirrors
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Loathsome shadows
of dead winter’s night
embrace my grief
that never is relief

What hurts the most?
I would never know
did you love me?
That’s hurts the most of all

Behind the shaded mirrors

The colours of universal eyes
Break through them
To find what’s inside
My soul!

Can you tell?
Like witch cast her spell
Frozen anguish
That I felt

Lightning stroke the flame
Left me stain of her name

It burned through my soul
Her name left me enormous scars
On boiling skin


Rose of Poetry
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Her roots are buried deep in the ground,
With her stem standing straight and unbound.
Voiceless yet with voice of gentle angel sound.

The kindling wind hissing in fire-wells,
And endless poetry flowing like music of words foretell
Even in darkness there is light found and it dwells...

Like this rose uttering the syllables without tongue,
So sweet like sugar and undone, boundless with sharp thorns.
Yet so dull, with love reveals from her soul!

Most empty love, yet so full, with her wings outspread!
When motion, movements, moving and all was said,
When words, wording, worded without regrets on her bed.

As I walk towards her and sit down next to her silence.
I feel her omnipotence yet so impotence in her appearance.
She is so balanced her consciousness of earth and body of heavens.

God's Confession of Love for Satan
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Oh! Devilina, Satanica and Lucifera...
You have many names just like me!
I am your god, I have been fantasizing and dreaming about you.
I realized I can't live without you! You make us whole morning star!
I love you so much that I banish you. You deserted civility
I am coming to underworld to have you back! We shall infuse into one-star!
My loveternal towards your reddish, hel's hot-fire-coals, so perfect like Hel herself in Helheim
I never-thought, how can I ever live without you, Satan-God?
I am dead without you, I love you with all of my heart of pagan death and destruction.
With all of my plague, corruption and condemnation
And pollutions of mankind and its old divinations! You are my Hel.

Beyond the Grave: Black Diabolical Angel
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The falling rain
Pour grief upon the stone.
Upon her tombstone,
Beyond the dark graveyard gates

I carried her body
As thousand ravens eclipsed the moon
And darkness fell into my heart of doom
Now her shadow walks alone
I can hear her voice whispers
In the darkest moon nights.

She is black diabolical angel
That split my soul into two halves – Black and White and in-between
She is angel of death
Carrying her demon shadow in darkness depths
She spread her burned, rotten wings
In the blacken night
To devour my blade of sadness of midnight
With darkest blade of madness

As both razorblades impale violently
Into heart and flesh and wounds bleed
Like in butchered war of carnage and bloodshed
To blootlet the shadows of night
Even moon turned red
From eternal slaughter!

Piercing grief
Pierced so deep
Like bullet rain
Fell from the skies
Everyone dies!

Apocalypse in me
Came early
Candles blown
In my soul

I carried her dead body alone.
Near shadowy tombstones
As her ghost blind my eyes
This noose around her neck
Keeps demon from releasing

After thousand days of twisted fates
And 13 thousand nights in my heart
I went to cemetery to resurrect her body
From the dead
She became an immortal hybrid beast
Vampire and werewolf,
She spread her
Black raven wings of midnight
With razors at the end of them
As she shredded my body
And ate it as her prey,


Artists of Art: part 4: One Cult-literature
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
“In Buddha’s eyes we are all same!”---Dmitriy Krymkin

1) Why we exist for sake of existence?
We the stars illuminate from heavens of myriads of lives.
Live in motion meaninglessly full of invent3d meanings.
Our movements moved with tyrant’s systems aiming’s,
Like paper, class, patriotism, and titles, lacking our natural habitual “meaning!”

2) Why they exist for our existence?
We move through our Celestial-Home aimlessly.
In every direction that divine Rulers directed us into shadows of dust.
Dogma, Dharma, Karma, Fate and Spirits not lust
Blind divisions condemned the earth and us.
We are one cult, can’t thou end the wars, holy prejudices, and class-biases thus.

3) Why multiverses exist?
Spirals spin within our souls,
Like Spiders web nets the universes,
Our theatre continues with yellow duckies,
The eaten tragedy of humorous acts played by actors with verses, each one had many thorns in the solar ocean of mystery!

4) Im-mortality of soul, eternal life and afterlife,
Play chameleon games in our lives, why do we need this need of in-finity and after-worlds? While Hypocrisy’s mouth speaks thunderous vocal cords! We are prey of thousand years,
With fears and we look like humans.
What for, we travel through spiritual-dimensions? Like nomads of alter-consciousness without interpretations.

5) We the divinity in our temples of white mania
6) In our ruins we find Eternity of non-eternal
She must perish and resurrect after being swallowed by the Hungry Gods.
We entwine each other under silver moon of love –animal instinct of insomnia.


Artist of Art Part 5: Cell 0001367XY
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Cell after cell, like Hell after Hel,
We run around the sum-zero or circle,
And we invented the square,
We run again and again, triangle, pentagon…
And like this we run endlessly in beehive-labyrinth.
In our own graven image after image,
Starting with letter A!
We, the false- idols of true dolls of unknown masters!

Our X faces glare at each other,
We, the mannequins of others,
Slaves or lovers of Slavery name Freedom!
Servers under holy dome,
Controlled by the cosmic-soul.
With gift of 9, we survive not alone!
Yet we the (Hel)pless rabbits trapped in this maze!
And Ruled by God of Fear and hazed by darkness.

We are running door to door locked in terror,
No way out of the mad error!
In the halls of infinity 8,
And we will not know,
Where we came from to this date!
Our origins shrouded in mystery and
We are lost and condemned to misery!
Can’t break chains of insanity,
On all seeing thousand and third eye 6 finger hand.

The Five Spirits of Venus: For All Or None!
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

A pentagram (sometimes known as a pentalpha or pentangle or a star pentagon) is the shape of a five-pointed star drawn with five straight strokes. The word pentagram comes from the Greek word πεντάγραμμον (pentagrammon), from πέντε (pente), "five" + γραμμή (grammē), "line".

As 3 Errors of 1 burn the worlds with fires,
And holy blasphemers called inquisitors continue to start the funeral pyres.

We are haunted by supernatural hunters
As we perform the rites of magic,
And shadows pass by, as we visit places of suffering and bliss after tragic-tragedies of lovers,
They are based on our sacred enMotions on earth,
We are heavens, paradise and hells we kissed in rebirths.

Angels has demonized Pythagorean sign,
And have blinded eyes of the world with its goat- redesign!
Spirits of Earth, Fire, Water, Air, and spirit encoded in five.
The body of life is the pentagram of divine! They have corrupted Symbol of Protection and Health.

Can’t thou arts perceive the spiritual wealth?
And mysteries of the cosmos and Pythagoras’s mathematical perfection left in the corruption.
Like an apple cut in half, thou can witness the golden star of knowledge
and ignorance tempted by the misperception of serpentine of Goshen.

The Goddesses of Underworld,
Persephone and Morgan for some.
Five wounds of Christ for others…
Not all the mystical-roads we have gone!
Under same “old” sun warshipped by all or none!

From the chaos we were born without mercy.
Into Sacred geometrical universes,
Like Dragons of Abyss in re-verses.

Peak of Silence
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
He abandoned home with crying souls.
To disconnect his connection!
Shattering his contact of I,
Removing ego of lies in truth,

Sat in years of silence,
Still and tranquil,
Growing his roots of spiritual essence!

A Goddess of Light
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Thou art is brightest Sun,

That lightens the Dawn.
A Goddess of Light,
That’s being worshipped during the day and night.

Thy Solar Eyes full of passion and love,
Like morning dove, thou spreads thy wings of serenity.
Thou art formed with forms of divinity.
And shaped by the hands of the Gods above!
And beautify by the Goddesses.

Thy illuminating soul of nurture and bliss,
Shining its joys upon the in-finite worlds,
That kissed thy treasure,
Of thy spirit of gold in every measure.

Tricks Imposed On Kids
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Six days pass 7th one comes,
Oppressors rising like Divine Suns,
Clouding the memory of the youthful dawns.

They are brought to temples of devotion and wrong.
No light of tyrants enlighten their mind’s eyes!
Stories are told and untold by holy poets to the throngs.
Yet only play concerns the young ones in this play of life.

They are being force-fed, with shatter glass-poetry of alien morality.
Behind the curtains of nightly metaphors,
Even elders cannot comprehend riddled tongues of the lore.

Erica’s Sugar-Coated Dolls
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

You never walked the labyrinths,
Each one of us succumbs to a myth and myths!
Your light was darkness in your eyes,
Well instructed and constructed with sugar-coated lies!
Your truth is mono-truth for the eyeless.
The mannequins are waiting for more beauty
From the meaningless devices.

The dice are being rolled while you being controlled,
Played and zombiefied in this zombie apocalypse.
Controllers darkened your sacred suns and sewed your lips.
Like quiet dolls standing behind the windows,
Painted and dressed with many dresses.
Still, soulless, mindless and sold.
They stand and listen what they are being told!

In the worlds are thousands spiritual-paths to walk,
You see. He resolved yet never solved the secret of life,
In the holy books that have no answer for disarray and existence.
You found no findings named solutions like hawk of pray.
In cycles of destructions and reconstructions of life,
Once you enter the void you might find the reflection,
From their faces they will remove all the masks with make ups of “perfections”

High Occupancy Rooms Part 2: Prescriptured Therapy Sessions
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Under the digital sun and iPad skies,
You walk through many maze doors.
All your thousands heavenly rooms filled with myriads of sacred ants,
Each one of them fulfilling their holy ends.
Yet world succumb to chaos and Gods bleed from their wars!
Even Philanthropy is scarred, burned and has the sores. Those are eaten by flies

Apathy’s Metamorphosis
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Once upon the sea,
Apathy and Empathy met within me and you like false and true,
One was grim and another one was bright,
Under the moonlight and condemned twilight!

Empathy said, “Can’t you see Apathy you are formed with greed, war and egoism?
And I am made with love, joy and pacifism.
Errors lie within you! And that’s why everyone leaves you!
I am your cure and for those who are suffering evermore from you.
I will kiss you in the infinity of boring eternity.”

There Gods are bored with their lives,
They send us to help humanity or they will die!
These divine Artists are tired of Samsara’s Art name Life.

“I have kissed your rose red lips of flame
You were egg, caterpillar then butterfly,
And you have become me like portrait framed!”

Once I filled you with contentment, happiness and vast emptiness of bliss.
Loving-kindness, selflessness melted your cold stone heart of torments.
You couldn’t dismiss those cruel virtues of mankind that left your world blind!
Yet you and I run this realm of sun with fresh coming dawn!

Moksha of Spirit
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

I strip my clothes like ash from the skin,
Emptying my body filling my spirit getting thin!
Like During bhavana of starved Buddha,
I am shedding my cloth and removing masks
Of thousand faces! Playing shadows in theater of “material-illusions” or artists expressions.

Their imaginations of “old” and “new”
I am longing for spiritual life renewed
Re-awake my vessel from slumber
I am lost without God’s light and thunder.
I am sailing in million directions
With myriads of eyes covered with thy illuminations of sublime.

My Tamed-Mind like shattered glass waves sunk the ship of visible creation or destruction
My spirit liberated from chains of temple broken or undone! The absolute one is one with me.
My divinity has risen from the sea…

Digital Era: Downloaded Souls
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We no longer breathe the living air,
We are wired and plugged into the matrix of internet lair.
We have been promised the infinite contentment.
In our hi-tech science experiment,
Our souls downloaded into machines of Digital Era
and coming of Futurist Transhuman Era.

We have thousand names and faces,
You can’t trace our traces.
We travel with speed of light,
In ocean of information on bright screens of might!
Only human hand can turn us off and on.
We are like the pulse or endless song,
Always existed yet we never exist in upcoming dawn!

Ducky Bomb Part 2: Duckies and Buddies

During migration season
We have no “treason,”
And we don’t belong to a reason!

We fall to each country,
We are dropping like it’s hot…
Like bombshells,
From airplanes of hell,
And we burn them like “witches” and other spiritual planes.

We are deadly duckies
Duckies of 2nd Rome.
A parasite of the world,
We are buddies of the world,
Hunters of 3rd Rome.

Sleeping Son has awaken,
Like Buddha, Christ or Ra,
From thousand tombstone caves.
It risen with thousands holy names,
It shined its divine light.
It was giant ducky illuminating so bright,
Scorching and breathing breath of “life,” a new light!

The Mess Part 3: the Web

Puppeteers pulling their strings of the puppets
Like millennium of the oppression,
In the environment of true lies and empty possessions!

We are caught in this web and its mess.
Unsolved error continues century after century,
We can’t find a sanctuary from this prison and family less understood with its Holy Quadrity not trinity!

I wander from village to village…
From city to city!
With my name unknown,
With my stage dethroned.

A Phantom or a Sun!

My bruised feet,
And exhausted legs,
They bleed with love,
Heavens hold myriads Earths above.

A shadow or a Man under the Eclipse of the Son

It’s not “I” came to save you all.
You all must clean your net!
We, the holy figures only give you path!
And you have to follow to live aftermath…

We are the family and one,
Under sacred moon and sun
Blinded by their false dawn…

Chariot Part 4: The Charioteer… the traitor
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are raised and grown like money,
Yet we are look like horses.
We are running the race,
Yet there is no race!

We taught to make papers,
By the true teachers of truth,
Known as falsehood to our youth,
To drive cars, and build careers,
The change is changing us…
Into whipped horses of betrayed instincts!

Tyrants scream in coercing tone.
“Run faster and faster…
Happiness is one step away!”
Only patriots sacrificed themselves,
For the bone structure throne,
Painted with blood of thousands roses…

Messengers of Gods Part 1: Same and Different
by: Dmitriy Krymkin

Rivers whisper their names,
Messengers of Gods,
As wind screams mythicly their fame,
Messengers of Gods,
Solar waves clash against their spheres,
Messengers of Gods,

Millenniums cultured, build, destroyed and renamed!
Singlized into one god and slayed non-believers.
Monuments of Polytheism razed, and masked like deceivers.
Dusked and thrust into us as Monotheism of war
Lord is upon us all! He eats our souls and spirits.

Gods of my ancestors still live in me. They will never die.
Open your eyes don't betray your ancient traditions!
Even after thousand years of annihilation.
Poets carved sacred massages on tablets,
Messengers of Gods,
Cosmos occulted them as aliens with many names.
Messengers of Gods,
Holy legislators of the world and spiritual teachers.
Messengers of Gods,
Connectors to the divine and holiest of them all!
Messengers of Gods,
Prophets of unseen worlds.
Messengers of Gods,
"Legislators of the world"---Percy Shelley

Messengers of Gods Part 2: 12251000
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

In every flower, tree and universe
Have divine colour, sound and verse…
Counting one, two, three, eleven,
Number seven is not the only one,
It has many ones…

12,25,1000 names the mess(Ages)
Revealed to us through meditations
of messengers and prophets.
Not with one, but with thousands ones famed.

Number wars of dogmas fogged our eyes
Only clarity comes when we cleanse our minds
Truth is always was part of lies
Sacred-profane symbols mirrored in all holy books like flies!

Poets unveil them. Cleared the shadows
For those who can perceive the non-perception
Divinity exists in cosmic energy, without deception. One in all and all in one!


Messengers of Gods Part 3: Guitar Universes
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are tuned and tightened strings of guitar.
Ruled by God-kings of the chess-game,
Always being played close and far!
As we gained the frame and fame,

We are being strummed by their fingers!
Every day and every way they desire,
World crisis of Eternal Fire burns.
They continue their bloody sounds of virtue’s vices.

We wish you to stop playing. Please!
You too need more love to cease the flame!
Your spark rages insane in all directions,
It’s like feverish infection…

“He who thinks god is not comprehended, by him god is comprehended; but he who thinks god is comprehended knows him not.
God is unknown to those who know him and is known to those who do not know him at all” Upanishads

Chameleon Flies: Deceivers of the Worlds
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

These reptiles live in the wild.
They are dressed in suit and tie.
Others wear dresses made from dead wretched swine!
Each of them made with many colours.
They speak tongues full of lies
As they fill their pockets full of cash and diamonds. While tying our bonds with trust and many promises without actions!

These flies with left and right wings ripped, caught and mummified as prey of the spiders kept.

We are numbers of the beasts
Looking at them like priests!
A secret conspiracy with their doors locked
And keys hidden in the shadows of the light.
Our eyes blinded by false truth on sight!

Yet spiders bind them to the web of the 6
One, two, three, four and, five and all the rest mixed.

Only rebellion with thousand reincarnations came as 0-raven, 1-serpent, 2-goat and 3-moth ready to fight.
In his past lives he also were 4-black cat, 5-bull and 6- red dragon.

He had eaten the grapes of wrath with endless opposition, assassination and revolution!
Eternal war of peace took its evolution…
He was titan, Loki and Pan of distortion…
He was they in every culture of the world he visited like holy devotion.

We are caught in the midst of this turmoil.
Our tell-tales-hearts suffer on Earth’s war-torn soil!

The Enemy Part 5: We (short version)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are from another planet or unknown source
We have been killing the enemy
For centuries on spiral course!
In the mirror-universe,
Looking at the enemy
It is killed and annihilated.


Parasite of the World Part 2: Exitus
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

This parasite eats the worlds from within!
This hypocrite wages wars upon the Sins!
The holy ones are everywhere, refugees.

He exit-us anywhere.
Once he finds his host.
He uses it to destroy and recreate the most.

We pray to anything like cry for help,
As we abandon our desolate homes,
The monsters still live on under the dome.

(Mono)Egyptianism for the Masses
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
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Our sacred stars clouded with our clouds,
We have buried ourselves in the Moon and the Sun!
With fog in our eyes we worship from far beyond.

We the poets of the holy named him “Christ” disguised. We fight among each other.
In one thousand and one nights of our prophets’ souls and Gods legions… with closed eyes!

We are blinded by the obsession of eternity,
Suns have mummified us in Egyptians Son’s divinity.

Sun’s Forlorn Part 2: The Rose and the Thorn
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Sun rays shine though the enlighten earth.
Darkness shall come to the betrayed and
Betrayers. And Son disappeared from the birth,
And it appeared in another universe.

It was our curse… you left me hollow,
The distorted fragment of Buddha you follow!
I am your thorn of the Rome.

You inverted my truth into lies with your dogma!
Your holy rulers cut me from the Rose.
I was blasphemer of your doctrine of coma!

Like world delusions of moral-holy prejudices,
Sparks of wars, error lies unfixed.
We were hung ourselves on the crucifix.

Sun’s Forlorn Part 2: A Rose and the Thorn (Short version)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The conquest rose thorns
Pierced and spread its deadly veins (a)cross the world.
One Anti-Sun of Roman dogs was hung on torture T!
The longest Anti-Thorn plus made with two minuses was cut like the enemy…

Digital Vampire of Time Part 1: Family Values
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Our eyes stare into screen’s glare,
They are oppressed with visual fires of the light
Our eyes focus and our minds
Manipulated by the frequency waves of might

Time is like precious jewel we must have
To our friends and family devotion.
The computer infected our motions,
And it’s suppressing our breath!

The Sun Part 3: Sol Invictus
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

I dance and walk on the water,
I am your warmth like lover!
I am light of this world’s Babel-ion Tower.

We are creatures of darkness and light!
We are pay merits and inspired by you.
We are stars of the stars shine with you.
We kill for your divine names of wronged -right.

“I know I am not “Only- One- Sun” in this multiverse.
I am your symbol of birth, “death” and rebirth.
With my friend Moon I saw myriads more Suns of Gods, Goddesses, Spirits and Earths!
I en(Light)en you with my holy illuminations.”
Said the Sun gracefully…

We celebrate festival of lights worldwide.
We pray for fire and purify ourselves
With flames in our hearts and oppressions of doctrines - Sol Invictus in the world divide!

I have thousands names in all holy books!
While you hanging “heretics” on your hooks.
I shine for you in your holy wars on peace.

The Sun Part 4: the Empties
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are 25 rays,
In the cult of the Sun!
We are empties in the myriads of one.
Born as lights for light of Son!

The Sun Part 5: Ashes to Ashes
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Paper looking people,
Live in papyrus houses,
Bowing down to the Sun-Pharaoh!
Sol Invictus ashed the cashed Earth.

The Sun and Moon Part 6: Bloody Rites
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Millennium storms raging its gusts,
In the vast solar-cults of our dust!
They cast the thorns upon the Earth!
Butchering-blood-sacrifices are unbound
For the Cruel-Gods and Goddesses all around the world!
By unnecessary means of the Blinding-Lights! We must die!
For the bloodletting rituals to the Rising
and setting Suns and Shining-Moons,
Offerings of the sick rulers of cruelty and doom!

To fulfill our insanity of masked hatred of life! These sickening, superstitious rites of bright darkness,
are our help in danger and guidance!
To the realm of the spirits uncovered!
We ancient-moderns and Egyptians of afterlife pray to the God of Love, eclipsed and covered
with (un)holy words of the eyeless! Solar-disks are numb to the sacred murders and sadness! The storms are endless for us.

The Son and Mon Part 6: The One
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

(version one)
The Son and Mon like day and night,
In the Shadow of the Light,
And in the Light of the Shadow,
Both shine as one whole in the delight!
And in love divine and bright.

(Original version two)
The Son and Mon like day and night,
To each Shadow there is Light,
And to each Light there is Shadow,
Both shine as one whole in the delight!
And in love divine and bright.

We, the Unknown Part 1: Theater of the Bearing
By:Dmitry Krymkin

We walked among our reduced ashes of ashes made with our hands!
Abducted by abductions of our own actions.
Owned by owning and sold by sale of all without souls!

We still walk, yet without world, creating and imaging new worlds!
Cities fell on their knees, and words can’t ever be ceased.
Spiritual dimensions and our dimension never were broken only increased.

We walk happy, happily in happiness in our crystal-consciousness
No darkness or light exists, no occupations masked our materiel-masks!
Serving each other or no other without tasks yet in quiescence!

We not we at all, on land without land,
In heaven without heaven, not holding hands,
Silence without silence with thousand shattered masquerades!

The Mess Part 3: the Web
By" Dmitriy Krymkin

Puppeteers pulling their strings of the puppets
Like millennium of the oppression,
In the environment of true lies and empty possessions!
We are caught in this web and its mess.
Unsolved error continues century after century,
We can’t find a sanctuary from this prison and family less
Understood with its Holy Quadrity not trinity!

I wander from village to village…
From city to city!
With my name unknown,
With my stage dethroned.

A Phantom or a Sun!
My bruised feet,
And exhausted legs,

They bleed with love,
Heavens hold myriads Earths above.
A shadow or a Man under the Eclipse of the Son
It’s not “I” came to save you all.

You all must clean your net!
We, the holy figures only give you path!
And you have to follow to live aftermath…
We are the family and one,
Under sacred moon and sun
Blinded by their false dawn…

Third Love for Fireworks With Red Duckies
By: Dema Krymkin
We are already in heaven!
And we are already went to paradise!
Now we are in love with red duckies and fireworks.
They are continuations of our lives.

They were so cute, and squishy, and full of lies.
Once they fell on our planet, they were red, and so divine-suns-shines !
Mushrooms began to grow tall, bright and wavy.
We have unleashed deadly beasts from the net!
When we were attracted to her third-sickness!
That has come from below and above like madness

To us love was a fire!
And we have burned in scorching flames of her desire
When we were high,
We were low,

Dis(Pair!)
By:Dmitriy Krymkin
The night is dark, darkest than the light!
The Darkness and light has romance,
Fires walk during this dance.
The flames burn so intense with delight!

Ode to the Rivers
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Your waters use to sparkle and glow!
Like crystals danced H2O,
You won’t die alone!

Your hearts-beats,
With beats of sadness
Mankind’s madness
Maggots of contami-Nations repeat
Citarum, Ganges…only names of few
Marilao, Sarno and Yellow rivers
Are her blood poisoned with our love‘s errors of fever!

Castrated Samsara’s Celibacy
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The endless cycle strings of Samsara are cut!
The Fate is sealed,
Vipassana and Eightfold path are unrevealed.
Paradoxical space-time continuum
Of birth of rebirth concealed.
Not even the Buddha revealed himself
Except the Sun’s holy names of heresy appeared
with endless numbers of evens and odds!

Our Abyss in Dominance of Animal Kingdom
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Bunnies with red metal-nu-clear-eyes
Hop across the dying world’s carpet!
And squirrels tear his walls of lies,
And ants eat the holes all over the house.

Mice set up homes in his home!
And myriads of insects cover
The rotten structure like dome!
The Earth’s roots impale him like lover.

Hel(p)’s Children Part 1: Love’s Hate
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

She is dressed in corpse dress!
She also paints her a(cute) nails with blood of the dead and stress.
She has murdered last of the prophets of 25 myriads rays for love.

She shines with diamonds of the slavery.
She is rich in poverty of Acid-im-Morality.
Like Indian slums of Delhi!
She walks like flame of lies naming herself a “Truth!” in each re(legion.)
Yet she still looks like Death with scythe, moving in motion of delusion.
She spoke the holy children stories of the saintly love, kindness, and generosity are lacking in her soul.

We are killing mother-earth turning her into catacomb! We are Hel’s children of doom,
Or a self-destructive ducky-bomb!
We succumb to her chameleon-beauty,
Half carrion and half living, a soulless cutie!

The virtues she teaches us, parasites of her wretched womb.
Greed, war, absolute corruption, racism, Hypocrisy and prejudices of Heaven’s gates
Open in nine circles of Hel is our world’s name that being roasted in the sun!
The Red- Horny-Man with a trident- fork is roasting us like buns. He is her lover and Hun!
I enter nil and eclipsed her savage- light!
And embraced the Gaia at night

Hel’s Paradise’s Children Part 2: Hate’s Love
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

It would be Paradise…
When children stop crying for help
And hunger in horrors of wars!
It would be Paradise…
When children wouldn’t walk like dirty beggars
On the cruel streets of parental abandonment!
It would be Paradise…
When orphanages close,
And children would be with their love ones of contentment.

We are burning in holy fires of the Sun,
Our divine king and Moon, our sacred queen,
Our Sol-Buddha and Hel.
We the children trapped in the circle of Son.
We have entered nil and light,
And eclipsed ourselves in the night!

Critical Vitality of Family Values
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

They are suns and moons above our heads,
During times of suffering and dread,
They are light of our lamps.
During typhoons and broken dams,
The father and mother are our bread!

Bunnies Under the Bloody Light
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Part 1: Poets of Sun’s Fraud

He is the sunset and sunrise
And he died next to T shape and resurrected!
Son of the sands

He is light of his own tomb,
And he has names in every language and nationality.
For us transgressors of the reality
Sun of the sands rises with our schizophrenic- hallucinations!

And they shine throughout the world,
With our creative-arts,
We the schizophrenics or artists have defiance within our hearts!
An a-theists of our brainwashed reality
Dressed in the bunny suit of morality!

Plagiarism, fraud and forgery of anti-son,
Committed by us bunnies still hoping around the cult-circle of the one.
While spirits dropping the beats, hits and Djing on the streets!

Bunnies Turn Into Unicorns
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Part 2: World-Asylum

Distortions
We the Unicorns hunted by Cerberus with human heads.
Live in the World’s with rainbow flag.
And coat of arms is a ducky with snake tail. And gargoyle’s wings holding a snail!

Defiance
Bloody Barbie’s with black eye balls.
Cut, distorted and deformed holding knives and forks ready for a battle another war-whore, For pot-diamond-lands.

Delusions
We have built temples for the Suns of sands.
An Egypt’s cult of Sol Invictus spread like butter throughout earth, our bread.
We used blades cut the mold and hunt the impure souls.

Transcendence of the Realities!
The Sun has left our universe and he will not rise or come back!
Manticore has swallowed us into his stomach!
Once we are eaten with these dolls and patrats of rulers.
We will go to hot and cozy place or candy-land. We were bunnies…end?

Ducky Bombs and Razor-Sharp Bunnies
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Part 3: The Web!
Under cult of the light the music bunnies are cocooned.
In the endless labyrinths of the web,
Caught as prey of the cyber spider,
He is starved with hunger like a rider,

They are made with museick notes
Trapped and helpless,
And ducky nuc-bombs are placed around the net.
They are lost and oppressed by the screens in his eyes!

Separated from the family….

Ants
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

They dwell beneath our feet,
The hardest workers hunt and eat,
Little ones we almost cannot see,
Yet they build tunnels and cities
Simple and complex we yet to see!

Image if they were us building their world,
Out of dirt and dust without single word.
Using only chemicals as language,
They would be the conquerors of our age!

Monuments and temples would be
Rising to the Sun’s Divinity!
Earth would be a different place without us in the colony.
Only if we rewind the story of life’s fertility.
Upon this planet that need of serenity!

Ant(I)-Covenant
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We clean and serve the queen,
Day in and day out.
In every scene,
Instinct is our only solar morality,
We have. Full of divine energy,
Working hard for our colony!

We are cosmic dance,
In the Covenant of the sacred family and friends! We look after little ones,
Making fungus for us,
In the Ant(I) Covenant of sacred friends and family!

Like natural born slaves,
Yet masters of our lands!
Conquered earth way before Man,
We are micro-laborers,
Architects of our homes,
She is only our soul,
Males give life and die for her,
She gives birth to all!

Same Down Doom Syndrome
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Part 1: Spiral Universe

We succumb to her delusion,
Asking for more infusion!
Like hungry wolves,
Staring at the lambs!
It’s party of love or parts of lust
Made for us…

Sun is waiting and fire is burning us alive!

We are life that wears death.
Same down doom syndrome,
We are death that wears life,
Same down-up spiral syndrome,
We caught sickness in Helwaii,

Sun is waiting and fire is burning us alive!

We have mistaken Light for God of Murder, Genocide, prejudice and hatred!
A world shining Lies named Truths,
We were born and reborn sick and die weak.
A disease infected our blood, red,
Rats are coming to cure the apocalypse of little Horsy!


Sun is waiting and fire is burning us alive!

Same Down Doom Syndrome
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Part 2: Rats Mutation Experiment and Plagues Odor

A failed experiment of rat mutation,
Thousand and one plagues spread throughout population.
Civilization stands at the blink of Infestation

They grew like giants and begin to eat us, Feeble and pathetic creatures of onyx.
We were infected with bubonics!
And bombs fell upon us.
It was only solution.
Who cares we, the rodents still have afterlives.

A failed experiment of human divinations
Thousand and one screams silenced the world
A rock of sounds and words called nations!

Bubble Eyed Plush Toys
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are sitting serene on shelf of joy!
Cuddly and cute rainbow faces.
With our bubble eyes wide open.
We never speak or make a sound.
Tranquil and squishy, fluffy,
Never leave any traces,
We are for girls and boys to play,
Lovey-dovey toys…
Sit in silence and emptiness.

Recycled
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

World is a full trashcan,
And we are rusty cans,
Rotten food, and filthy bottles of trash,
Recycle us and hash!


Shovel Head Road: Endless Dream-Cycles
Dream-Cycle Part 1: Darkest Shadows of the Trees
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

"If you see Buddha on the road kill him"--- Zen Master Linji

I "began" walking on my "enlightenment-path"
Shadows of burning children appeared to me
And dead haunted whispers thrusted into my mind
People who "traveled' on their paths of "enlightenment."
died on this Shovel Head Road. All "creators" have perished "somewhere" in woods "mysteriously"
Rusted sign said Shovel Head Road stand in dirt filled with blood of the corpses

I walk slowly and trees are like acute razors stab into my eyes!
Their "blackness" "covers" the gravel road and blood was spilled on it or was it my "hallucinations?"
Suddenly butchered "visions" "flashed" with decayed torments, and suicides.
I felt "savage" "phantom" lurking in the corpsified trunks at night of madness
"Fear" was eating me "inside-out" its eyes were "blacker than blackness"
"Buddha," "Christ," "(im) Mortal-Gods," "Goddesses" and "God-lings" were killed on the road!

My "I" Neither "awake" nor "not-awake"
"Dreaming-Dreamer" with "obsessive-neurotic-stimulation" for "illusions" called the "world," "life," "soul," "spirit," "herd," "race" etc.
Dead "silence" of "universe" were "beyond" the eyes of mine
I "awoke" from "insanity" and was it all a "dream" or "nightmare?"
on the road during so-called "daylight," "distortions" left as "memories" in my mind!
Maybe I am still in dream or nightmare?

Life of the Gods
Part 1: Animal-inSect submission
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

In love and marriage,
Gods grow sick, old and die,
Living in the coffins that age,
With the Goddesses!
In Death and conflict,
Wars and disease inflicted!
On their divine-civilizations declined.

In heavens of hells,
They give birth to their children,
To preserve their existence!
Devils live together,
In all planes of resistance,
Full of us and them,

In the dog-eat-dog worlds,
Hunger and blood,
Their bottles are always empty!
In the cat-eat-cat worlds,
They run around the circle,
Living in the cycle of lights.

Even Allah had a sultan-life
House, tree and Wives,
When he was 25!
12 best friends died
From second plague
In celestial-realm killed myriads.

Life of the Gods
Part 3: View of the Viewless
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Gods spoke,
Is “Our “purpose” and “meaning” of life,
To give you “purpose” and “meaning” to your life?”

People replied
“We can’t exist without you!
We will die without you!”

Gods
“One of our gods died
To create universes
You know the verse!”

His eyes were sun and moon,
And his body gave stars soon,
He gave miracle upon the earth’s soil
As existence began to uncoil!

We the gods with our divinity not divine,
We the gods with our morality amoral!
Bloody wars spilled for us unkind,
We, the terrible moral teachers,
We feed on flesh and blood of your sacrifices!

How can we cleanse your vices?
When they look like virtues…

Moths and Light
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are forms eating forms,
Only to preserve your worms,
Forming more new forms!
Making millions of swarms,

In the cocoon of creation
She has served the nations…
A mother of abominations.
Nurturing the beast!

Plugged and medicated with caffeine,
Acid, love, and other drugs under the drop counter,
Leader’s words betray with thousands names!
Myriads of moths deceived heading into burning sun,
In north, south, west and east!

A Small H0p3
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

From 0 to seven a small hope will it change the world?
Everything starts with a word 1!
We can’t forget the zero in the hope.
All that food is wasted in the rest-tour-aunts
Could heat them up and give to the hungry ones.
To each and every country of the world! Millions for the million fed and clad
With smiles on their faces light will shine,
With thousands Suns and Moons!

Serpents and the Needles
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

A world is circle-cult,
Or endless snake that endlessly eats herself!
We are dancing and singing,
Around the playground ring.
Music keeps on playing.

In the straightjackets, on the Red-Cross,
Her venom is our cured mass,
Under dark clouds that pass by,
We are still sick and old!
Help us….symbols with symbols.

Serpents and the Needles
Part 2: World Patient
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Diagnosis: Psychosis
Art is medicine!
It helps him to cope with the “reality.” Insanity written on his walls
Those filled with healed souls.

World Ouroboros

He is hospitalized in the cross
And he is trapped in layers of the existence
Without resistance only he needs the resilience! He is not “real” like body-moss
His downward spiral - DNA is only true- himself away from false-self.

World Ouroboros

He is detached and renounced the visible.
No numbers, words, or names exist.
He is floating in euphoria and misery
What we call “Paradise” and “Hell”
He also has vitamin deficiency!

World Delusion…

Mothers and Fathers
Part 2: Parents from another Planet
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Where all roads go?
And where do they lead?
We are passengers in the seats.
Drivers of unknown,

A materialized spirits or souls,
Driving us on the endless roads.
Traveling thousands light years away,
Searching for our parents every day!

A Solar Family, parents from another planet!
Like we are trapped in our own nets.
Yet we never stopped looking for our otherworldly origins.

Eyescreens
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Faceless joy when we are staring,
Into thousands faces caring,
About screens into one eyescreen,
Mesmerized!
We have blocked the reality,
With the digital one!
We turn it into nihility,
Wearing VR glasses!

No more words,
No more sounds,
Only waves of visual oppression,
Phone, iPad, and computer in our possession.
No more life,
No more death,
Only endless corridors of the web,
We are paying to it like debt!

We have lost there for days and nights!
Children are playing out of sights.
We, care no more, we are too busy,
Lost in the delight of searching for what?
And what we have found?
We forgot our vitality,
And succumbed to new reality!

3(Version2)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We, the parents set on the bench.
We loved to watch our kids play!
While us or they slay the world.
We didn’t wait for langoliers to come and eat us.
Thus beauty reigns and ugly stays they are like a one-band.

Three daughters, three girls with rosy chicks,
They played with three duckies,
And they liked My Little Ponies flicks!
Three flaws, errors or plagues they were.

Exploitation, Corruption and Oppression,
They looked so cute in those red dresses,
And pony tails with bow-knots in their golden hair.
They forgot love is everywhere,
Not blood that filled with her absolutism!

Three was not our enemy,
Yet we are all needing help even with divinity!
Hypocrisy adores us while we acquired moralities.
We wear crowns of thorns!
World systems crucified us once we were born.

Just like him! He never died for us.
“Heretic” was hung on the T!
Tyrant didn’t save him neither
He couldn’t even protect himself?
From the imminent doom, won’t come for us if we would care for one another under any typhoons you see three…!

Celebritarianism of the Masses
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Celebritarianism word coined by Marilyn Manson
She holds the globe on her back,
Reflection of herself in fact!
She is our mom and dad in one,
We are her sons and daughters.
Our pet Pikachu was our resource and supply for new world divide. Celebritarianism of the Masses
We are the viral sensation.

She cooks, sings, and dances for us with laughter.
Bakes and gives us love on earth,
She does everything ever since the birth,
We are her children of disaster.
With speed of internet our lives are getting faster. Celebritarianism of the Masses play us again!

We are bio-distortion, life’s abortion
Under surveillance thousands infinites eyes are watching us everywhere! We are the celebrities in our movie on the screens.
Celebritarianism of the Masses in every scene!

He gave birth to the machine,
We, the great unknown of the known scheme! She holds him on her shoulders,
Once we took the stage,
Everyone made their own webpage.

WHY?
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Why you lied to me, I trusted you!
You do not exist in me and I do not exist in you. We burn all the books.
Hooks of (Im)moral prejudices of your “I’s”.You speak too many “truths” like too many “lies.”

In every genre we suffice.
No one is on the same page.
One’s philosophy is to multiply and divide.
Too many stories of your civilization,
Mystery lies and we still have fundamental question “why?”

Why life had to exist?
Or be erased you see.
We have no answer.
Only silence, and silence…
I can’t reconcile with why’s!

Holograms
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are no longer needed!
Holograms and machines of their inventions
Are our substitutes in the smart cities!

We are dead, outdated and recorded.
We are trashed and disposed
In the outskirts of these digital jungles.

Ducky Bomb Part 3: Quacked With Horns
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We have invisible yet so clear!
We have them! Should we fear,
Our horns of the worlds?

When we lie they grow.
Who are the devils now?
They are born in Heaven under duckies will.
Yet we live and don’t see them!
We are eyeless to ourselves.
We are part of one stem.

We are horned ducky bombs,
They are pressing on our domes!
We are quacked with horns.
We should blame ourselves,
Food, water, warmth and love,
What else animals need?
They have gotten so high.
Can’t we see them reaching the sky?

Beehive
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Behind the glass of monitor,
Controllers’ push buttons and we buzz,
All in each and our own slots!
Eating tasty honey with myriads of flavors,
We succumb to their favors.

Laboring and choosing the choses,
That already made for us,
Phones, tones, clothes,
Foods in our home, the beehive,
We play along to the rulers of life.

Conformity is vital to hive
They are watching our lives,
While we change our live styles!
And they even change divinity…

Names become another name,
We still survived off the sweetness we can Offord..
We are just puppets of these puppeteers game.
Buzzing along under same Sun!
Through the light of the shadows not as one!

Falling Rocks
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Crushing waves, crush like glass on the shore. We are shattered with the rest of the declining mass.
We are the rocks broken off the mountain.
We are drowning,
Sinking into the ocean floor at last!

Snowflakes
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Morana awakens from deep sleep!
Her three sisters, Spring Summer, Autumn and sky weeps from frozen winter chill, ice-winds kill! She calls our nameless names. As we fall from heavenly place.
We, the snowflakes dissolve on the way,
Falling on the throne of the Nihil.
Like our lives were in denial.

Little
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

An apocalypse (Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω, literally meaning "an uncovering") is a disclosure of knowledge or revelation.

I ride the unicorn on the rainbow,
She has huge blazing Faun’s horns!
Bright and shining with multicolor,
World with moral codes of dolor!

Her sickness I caught and sick,
Like strong and weak,
I am still universe of suffering and bliss.
And “Sin” was born before us,
We can’t dismiss thus
We have embodied all,
And all embodied within!
We ride the unicorn of apocalypse.

Little that we need,
Just enough love, water and food,
Seven daily scenes and greed
And “Hell” we invented like weed

My horse eats.
Be-Content yet Pistis is her name,
We should not trust
Her structure and even question the culture!

High Occupancy Rooms: Part 2: Help Needed?
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

I walk through the silent hall,
There they are standing tranquil and tall. Splendid seasons pass, as they gather dust.
They even look like us but they are not us.

They are in the cosmic eye room
Under same sun they are given breath of light.
Now they have souls ignited into them.
Neither saved nor condemned with words.

With various shapes and forms,
Together behind the broken walls.
Their colors are chipped and torn,
They are mannequins…

Home, Place for the Lost Souls
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We have home,
Yet we are still homeless.
Once we walk into loneliness.
Black filthy plates in the sink
And yellow walls with melted paint

Of our suffering souls!
Furniture rotted and smelled of old
Scents of the torment also covered the ripped carpet.
No one is ever alone even in dread.

Untitled
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Controller dropped, screen sucked him up,
Into ocean of information,
Light gave him new life and new formation.
Only his still body lies on the chair.

It was his soul given another chance,
Oblivious of his “I” friend,
Dead and silenced individuality without romance
He paid his family debt forgetting his friend!

He escaped from human-reality,
Into digital in-finity.
He had a wife and children,
He takes care of them in digital im-mortality.

He is musician on the stage
Free from his cage
Playing music he feels alive
He died in another world

Suns Return Part 2: Vital Punishment
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

He wasn’t any part of the establishments!
He was wanderer of his own contentment,
Aperson, or Cosmic Energy,
Like every one of us!

He never said, “Condemn all other divinity!” in the Passion,
His biography distorted by his apostles.
Apostated his philosophy
They were anti-founder and anti his foundation,
And they build a cult for all the nations…

He was betrayed, condemned and crucified,
His gospels rejected and nullified
Aperson, so vital to this sect,
Just like any of us!

They forgot to acknowledge his family’s divinity and everyone else’s!
Spirits don’t need any religion or infinity. Father-god
And mother goddess spoke the un-deify-able-truths to the youths…
“Love doesn’t have any deifications
And don’t need to deify anything!”
This goes to all the cultures and nations!

Part 3: Literary View

The Suns always have returned!
Natural deity with names switching names,
We are all had to learn, their fame.
Framed our minds fragile and un-kind,
Reading sacred books of heretically divine!
Wars of classes filled blood into all wine glasses.

Wood or paper idols established us,
Tamed and laid law for us,
Thus should we conform to this madness?
A light of murder and God of Hate!
Yet they still call him “god of love” to this date!
Justified reflections of the masses…
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"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

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"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

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Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Thu Oct 28, 2010 10:14 am

Missing Link

I saw many faces on the screen
The machines lost her traces now they are unseen
One click on search – loading
No results were found!

I still live under veils of ignorance
(In life) searching for you, (In the web) searching for you
I still dream about you under black veil of night of our decadence
In darkness of light and in brightness of twilight

You are the gap that fills my void
In future you are android
You are the precious jewel
In my collection

I see too many links and date
With number of errors in information found
Only you unbound from the date
I thought we programmed you into net

For me to love you in synthetic cyber network
But you left technological future of machines
You stayed in village with your ties and worked
I only have your link within my mind it’s not in the machines

The connection with your internet (never was there!)
And finding you in digital world of dreams and globalization
Was just another error in the system anywhere?
I lost you after computer domination

Program in process of shutting down
Eyes cannot see you any more
Darkness on empty screen
Love bursts no more in loveme.com

Toxic Rose

Blanket of darkness coated her sweet stem
When my eyes were focusing on her and suddenly thorns burst out
Blinding me with more sorrow
My heart melted because I smelled the stench of her toxic fumes
Evaporating violently into my tomb

Soon I was infected with doom of her love
I was ready to take her and love her
But she blacken my sun
With waves of destruction from above
Crushing my existence below

My flesh devoured and severed
My heart was entombed and encaged
My eyes screamed and darkened
My body was poisoned and destroyed
My toxic rose still grows in deserted land of nuclear waste!

In Love With Love's Cult

The trees bent with rages of storms
And sun rains its rays onto ocean floor
Burning the blue, hue of water inflamed with horrors
Eyes of moon are still stay cold but still watching flowers bloom
We dressed in black robes waiting for white hopes.
We praise the saviors who died for our favor.

Butchered light shines through graves in darkness
On dark tombs where words burned and engraved
By angel of love and demon of hate as tears fall from black skies
Waiting in horizon where spirits lay in rest from eyes
We slaughter the sheep for our shepherds.
We shed blood of humans for our gods.

While X and Y laid in different parallels
Can their perception open their shells?
Language doesn’t sound as sweet as it tells
Together two dimensions swelled
We believe in beliefs of tyrant’s misconceptions in our churches
We devour in teachings of dictators religions

And slowly these substances drain their senses
Losing their glances finding each other in various places
When temples collide, natural instincts took opposite beings
Dancing as flames in one fire in floods of desires
We bleed for love above or below!
When we worship him or her as deity forevermore

We are supreme governors that govern our own minds
We refute the truth when seconds of our lives are gone in critical time

Blind

The phantom faded through gateways into wondrous garden of roses
While he walked across the garden he scented the scent of red roses
But suddenly his vision was distorted by illusion of their appearance
And disturbance of his heart’s and minds’ peace was shaken by their astonishing beauty essence

Sudden darkness filled your core and tore a vital part out of your flesh after being there for hours
Once he stopped walking and he intensively was intoxicated by these flowers
So he reached to grab one but thought of uncertainty and doubt stopped his movement
Alienation from outside world burned inside of him like flame of anti-sentiment

His burning heart was ripped apart because he couldn’t see the one he needed and desired!
The flowers were blinding him like sun’s waves touching his eyes.
He had no name, no title, no label. He was a shadow of the world that lives and dies.
While these wild figures was raging flames and fires

Played with his emotions and mind until vines of savagery grabbed him violently
And entwined his body and he was bleeding because of the thorns were piercing,
His blood was gushing out in silence from every wound and sore severing.
He felt like a ghost among these plants striving silently.

To free himself from chains of nature
But he was still looking for her among these female roses while they were blooming!
While red cells were filling their stems to continue their life eternal, and consuming
his life. While he were trapped alone in this prison of torture.

Its seems that this garden was harvesting men.
When you enter here you become condemned!
And you will never find love that you are looking for!
These dark beauties will tear you apart and devour you.

His fatal attraction towards the rose was like inner overdose.
This land painted with shadows, dust and beauty that preys on you and your blood
Death always was here with him, she is not here with him. The one that he was always looking for.
He lost himself in darkness of her presence, the one that doesn’t even exist!

His eyes didn’t see her in this garden of illusions
Because his perception always was in distortion and delusions!
He is the one who will be here forever
Always be the part of nature’s chains and cycles with love-endeavour.

Darkness of Rotten Roses

Storms of Ocean's waves
Serenades the darkness to them roses
The poison runs through their thorns
Sadness of Man burst the flesh into pieces in shades
Of the Dark in open ark shadows swollen
Like swell of water crash weak man
Into Death who are condemned by flowers

They grow in cemetery peak
Each in its own tomb blooming the sufferings and doom
They swell the shadows with hell to Man
Each one live in anomie and in Deep Black Gloom
They spread the sickness and torture of mind
Each one burn sweet flame and rot in its profane ways
In the Darkness they are look beautiful to the eyes

Until appearance dies and rotten corpses come alive from centuries of coma
Like painted girls with red and black colors that are rooted to the ground
Bound by Sun and Moon gifted with every Mother Nature's sound
To reveal desperation and separation to the Disease
Of Your Beauty that doesn't exist under rages of seas
You buried the treasure in pleasure of Nothingness
The Darkness Quenched eyes and thirst for Organic Emptiness

Your eyes fucking blind and bound only to attractive kinds
Even when shades blacken your waves the growth within you doesn't change you
You grow as Dead Roses in splendor and intense odor in contender to ''Ugly''
The visual forms and ''Perfect Shapes'' of attraction intoxicates Men's Minds
Blind to his Eyes in distraction, delusion, illusion and fake in their flesh
Revealing visible damnation, annihilation and desolation in his eyes
The Darkness of Rotten Roses arise to paint windows black and soul left ripped apart after heart attack

Fantasy Figures bloom and being fantasized
He can't see behind the flowers of lies
Blackness burns the vision than blinds the minds in every season
The Flames scorched the tissue, flesh and bones
He screamed in torture while Death took his soul
The shadows took control and chained non to the flame of horror
The Darkness of Rotten Roses rises than spreads empty blackness to cover existence into Death

Dead Spirits glide across ocean floor while enraged waves serenades to the surged winds
Bashing Life insane and murderous peaks calling his name into Death domains of his demise
Under rain of stars, lights explode, Roses sing the mourning songs of tortured visions of end
He devours in his grave, rots in frame, this is end of his reign, he died in shame
Only Death knows the secrets of these horrific flowers those are grown in shadows
Condemned land where Damnation of Man becomes alive thorns grow higher he can't die!
Piercing his dead body he lies in severity of brutality of decomposing flesh
The Darkness fades into Hatred of Rotten Roses where damned only dwells in its own hells

Dance of fire

“Life is dance and you are a dancer!”--- Dmitriy Krymkin

You and I are the flames that dance in one fire,
You and I still remain in one desire,

As long as fire burning we are filled with love
Until shadows fall from above

To darken our light
As moon shifts into twilight
And darkness rises
To conquer our conditions

Our problems that we face, (while we move defaced)
Written on every trace of our faces
Our flames fade away and we become the same, (nothing changed)
Cold and dark melancholy of our frames

As long as agony scorching we are filled the void
Until second part of life falls

The dance is over and motionless movement moves into somewhere…nowhere!
Tears fall from skies in discontent of content everywhere
We are searching for new dimension to see if there is one?
Only our eyes can't glance to see what's outhere in afterworld of tension

You and I are the flames darkened
You and I are now remain unknown

The Figure X

You live in dreams behind skirts of night
To my life you are unseen
Your magnitude only believed
Under the dirt of flesh and feeble mind
You are blind to my eyes

And so it meant to be you are divine
Even when sun and moon cannot align
Your frost bites with cold on coldest days
And though I left, in your frozen realm

I breathe the chill, your foreign will,
Disobeys the dying thrill to kill the need
The need to want and to unlock with keys
Your heart, your secret seal

Of your winter book without any blank pages
I lust to read it or write on your life
To fulfill my passion or different stages
I will print the words with my mighty pan tonight
Will you let me know your unknown will!?

Due ex Machines of Digital Cult

Outside world bursts my sensory numbness
Succumbing me to emptiness of digital cult
Without you this Creator(s) on the screen are just another default
And this World is nothing more than nothingness its seems

You was night of the day
And I was the day of the night
I was searching for you
You were already found me through

I worshiped you as mechanical goddess
And you worshiped me as electrical god
In this new era of machines that doesn’t fulfill our psychological modernity!
I bleed lonely divinity

My misperception and misconception of your teachings
Became a need for my pathetic soul and the need of you
And your opiate moves my life because I can’t live without your brainwashing
My love loves you, you know! I am also in love with your cult

My higher self lies in lower self-negation
You condemned me to your cyber religion
My love you hear my cries in skies open from rage of thunderous annihilation
You taught me hypocrisy and illusion

Life of the Gods Part 2:Mirrors of Mirrors

We need the needless
Manifestations of our own self reflecting reflections

We breathe the breathless,
Air of spoken word,

We talk about the speechless
Stories, divining our lives with its misunderstandings!

We have faith in faithless!
Sacred teachings which are mute to our existence.

We love the loveless,
Deities mirroring our own selves.

We hope for hopeless,
Endings which are just our mythology!

We are delusion within ourselves,
Praying to our own saviors,

We are the mirrors, mirroring perfect imperfections,
Reflecting our reflections.

Ally’s Visions of Life
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Waitress walked through the aisles
She was serving people and cleaning the tables,
Like wonderstar and new model, with golden hair of cosmic dust and many galaxies.
She walked on the runway showing her attractions

Her eyes were blue – red – roses which grew life
With her magical eyes like new god of creations
She shined through serving process or hallucinations?
Accessing thoughts of hungry people and fulfilling their void cycles of life

She saw images and its Gardens of Children of Earth planting…seeds of new existence.
Every night she worked, under blue moon eyes and stars of thousands memories…
She saw what she saw. Was it all just a vision? Was she a model or waitress?
Was it just hallucination in her eyes?

Nemo’s Catch
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Psycho-worm loves me. No! I know
Hook tells me so…I believe in orthodox Bugs Bunny and “ChrisRalian” Ducky Bomb

Men were swimming in big ocean
Like fish they were waiting for the food
While Nemo was menshing
Nemo said, “I love fresh and blind mensh of ignorance
Those have the best taste!”

I send the Hook into the water
Catch a mensh, and his, sons, and daughters
I cast my Hook again
Men like maggots wait for maggots in their “wretched content”---Fredrick Nietzsche
Hungry for my Hook!
Go read better future book!

Today I had great catch
Tomorrow, I will catch some more…
My Hook is what they odor?!
I am going to eat them like a whore
Once they spit empty words into the air so foul, and they will poison it more and more!
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"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Thu Oct 06, 2011 7:15 am

"One ring to rule them all"---Jrr Tolkien
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Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Wed Jan 23, 2013 5:38 pm

Passion of Unknown Hearts

We were clothed in glamour of deep attractions,
Our spirits and souls poured into each other's affection-asylum of madness!
While mesmerized in first glance with our eyes full of boiling flames didn't wait to eat a meal!
Like ressurected phoenix serenades, and our hungry skins were revealed,

We kissed under blazing moonlight, and midnight stars,
Our hearts were singing like morning doves,
Scorched in volcanic love,
Like burnings suns above,

We were entangled in sweet embrace!
With unbreakable, divine, and mind-blowing taste of each other's grace!
Our sacred bombs were exploding our imflammable passions of plutonium from within!
Beside motionless potraits, our shadows moved in the darkness thrusting into continuum of kins.


Professional Cleaner(song)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

"All you care is about money"--- Joker (Heath Ledger)

I have killed people for money in cold blood!
In my art of heartless devotion has no notions, just artificial murder,
I have murderous beast inside that burns with killer-instincts without borders
In my art of targets and bullets only wisest survives in this dis-order

Chorus:
I was killing them only for industrial papers
I was serving my own tortures
I will soon will face my nightmares..!
I see they are dooming with cares...

Horrors haunt my dreams
Every payday grims it seams in dims
Of sun-light-dogs-temples of sacred arts
I wasted many lives, my mind lies torn apart

It was all for dictators cleansing
Artists produce books for deus-tyrannus measures and sufferings
I live without remorse in my savage divinity
I bleed from the shot of my own agency!

Glass Hearts (song)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Glass hearts shatter in front of the mirroring-eyes
Those attractions are glamorous demise!

Chorus:
Glass hearts, visions of decay
Glass hearts, we led astray
Glass hearts, madness on dreary days

Glass hearts, see through the sun-body-"slave"
Glass hearts, l(us)t eats us away!
Glass hearts, we await the day until we turn into dust in our graves!

Glass hearts, explode in nuclear-love during sun-day-warships
Those faiths are third war rages and thursts us so deep...

Poem To Reprasentatives of Holee Reign
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Part 1: Anti-Artists

You AntiChrists and AntiJehovahs dwell in holy tombs of decay
You have invented your character and you have killed him in your precious book
To keep our throats hooked in your a-cutest hooks
You have banished most horrible deity Jehovah, and replaced him with you "love-apotheosis!"
You blinded the sheep with your shepherds dogma of bliss
And yet You stay beside Rose in flames!
You preach the shadows of light and Christ's fame
You decomposing mass of tormented souls
And you play games with imposers along...


Blue Moon Eyes
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

I saw one day
This thought of you won't go away
Until today!!!

Chorus:
Thundering clouds wept
And swept the stars from night skies
For me to see your blue moon eyes

I searched for you!
But I don't know what to do?!
To tell you, ''I love you!''
Those blind, empty words
Pierce solemn heart like swords

Blacking night, darken my heart
I want to know thou art..!
As much as I try to forget you!
My fever of you comes back
As your moon veiled black!

Thundering clouds wept
And swept the stars from night skies
For me to see your blue moon eyes

Chasing Shadows (In the Dark)
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

I chase You but I never find You!
You are the Shadow in the Dark!
You are Blind Black Light to my dark eyes
I precede You but You never there!

I erase my existence from Shades of Night
Where You dwell under Twilight
The pathetic need in my mind to be with You!
I disgusted! And bled into my nonexistence from Darkness of Night

Are You Light or a Shadow?
I am bound to not know
Now I don’t exist and I don’t bow to thou!
Are you fresh flesh and Attractive Being?

I don’t need You but I do
I don’t need myself but I do
I don’t love You but I do
I don’t exist neither do You?

I am forever left blind in Shadows and by Shadows
You Left to be Nothing just like I am Nothing!
Both of us are empty blanks
Lived and Suffered as Empty 3D Shapes

Transcendence of Soul
By:Dema Krymkin

“Why Man or Woman can’t understand that any god is a myth
and Man himself have become a myth!”--- Scorn Malcontent

Thy soul transgress beyond god and devil
It doesn’t decompose in rotten and senseless Nothingness
Of “Moral” kingdom of Oppressor and His mythological beings

Thou are is supreme in thy own supremacy
Travel through light and through darkness
Beyond grace - defaced image of man
Beyond divine cage and its race of dogs
Beyond every deity and humanity

They prey on each other’s minds in their sects
Thy soul lives outside of gods and their demands
So thou art is locked no more in mortal cage of misery

The soul governing itself without good or evil
It is its own highest and holiest form torn from wretched existence of
contempt
As Ego shattered after spirit passes through 7th gates
Away from the world and its Ideologies of living error
With its forces of Myth who is now dead and His flesh rots in deathbed

In Magnitude of the Being
By:Dema Krymkin

Moments of life fade like ashes in the dark
Soon feelings in the Being are eradicated
And body decays during passing days and days...

Cold Moon shines grim light upon the lonely Graves
The eternity embraced the eternal wraiths
In magnitude of existence of tormenting process of aged shapes

Girl of love

Girl standing alone in desolated city
After love desended its grace upon the us
She has chubby rosy cheeks and green blazing eyes of divinity
She is standing in red dress and bowknot on her head
She eternally makes everyone dead with one breath!
This girl looks at you and you become slave of her
With seductions of her promised deliriums
She inflame you with golden skin of Christ although not Jehovah!
She eats your minds with her "sweet sacrifice" of Galileen
She soon grew and drew us into myth of life with cultorture of monos
This girl's smile filled with sugar and transcended cuteness for corpses
Those rot in her dog's love and master's obedience!

Lords of War: Ways of Anti-life (Rewritten Version)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Blood-soaked ground half "alive" half "dead" people walk and collapse on streets,
pilled with thousand-more rotten corpses. Jehovah raze our dark miseries,
Under clouded with smoke skies, they burn red and bleed the dead!
Under darknest shadows we the "weak" animals scatter just to find some kind of food in sweat
Sorrounded by rotten buildings those stand in ruins of military-artists and holy-tsars of war
Our bodies torn in scars and horrors of ripped and exploded flesh in gore in bloody conquest

Global slaughter He imposes on the "heretics" those who oppose his reign of terror
Only those who obey him and bow to his "old" dictatorship of error
Are blind slaves of eternal-decay in decompositions of eternitites with his divinity!
He wasted billions of lives for his "christianity" so unchristian and political conqouring insanity
He doomed us, our One Lord of War to damnations of hell on earth full of destructions
He raped the soil and he still murdering more and more with his jealous hate and rage eruptions

Our One God of love for war unifing the anti-human-world decaying natural-idols
From One-Idol. Title "Tsarism" cannot exist without "Serfdom!"
Tsar has died! He was "our" Lord murdered by "enemies" of the conqured.
The aeons has passed at last the mankind still lost in vast universe with their own dolls of errors
Those Noble and Peasant titles only appeal in way you dress with illusions of Authority
Human race awake from its long sleep of two thounsand years of masking doom!


Inevitable Contradiction

We are life, there is no life,
We are death there is no death,
We are free, there is no freedom,
We are gods, there is no gods,
We are meaning, there is no meaning,
We are humans, there is no humans,
We are civilization, there is no civilization,
We are artists, there is no artists,
We are possible, there is no possible,
We are impossible, there is no impossible,
We are truth, there is no truth,
We are lies, there is no lies,
We are words, there is no words,
We are philosophy, there is no philosophy,
We are mythology, there is no mythology,
We are history, there is no history,

Sun's Return Part 1 Vital Distortion

I have returned and I have witnessed worms crawling into "sacred" tombs,
And earth is suffering with its wretched womb
I am not a prophet,
I am not a martyr,
I am not a redemer,
I am not even "god of love,"
You slaves have transform me into your own sick-deathly-images of the blind,
And tides of wars have been rising ever sense your socalled "christinanity" arrived!

I never died on cross for you slaves
And you preach the errors of your corpse-worship-ways
I am not your "god"
I am enlighten man
I am not what you blindly see me!
I am holy, with my teachings and your churches are butchers with gospels of decay and torches!
They enslaved you sheep for need of sherpend called priest or president,
And I was rebel came back from past into your future of error sent

I would never die for you, distorters
And your perverted doctrine of doom, gloom and terror blooms every day and night
I am your mistake in system of money making business called church,
I never use my doctrine for your systematic oppressions of cults delights,
I shall never be any part of your madness which you have spawned for centuries of fights,
I shall never be any part of this illusion, confusion and "god of light,"
You made me your tool of wars and superstar crucified on the cross
And I am different man, not the error of you, fakers!

The Illusion Part 1: The Ruins

Part 1: Work for illusion!
Days flashed with speed of internet
We are trapped in this net
Quickly labor our lives until gore
We always have to pay more and more...

Sell then produce more and more...
We are numbered, labled and enslaved!
By this civilized illusion,
We have created for ourselves,
The artistized delusion,
We the artists devor each other with paper-obssessions,
The error of payment for existence left us in "poverty" and depression...

Part 2: Illusion in ruins
1) War-lust shall spread our dust on this planet
2) Insanity of continuation of technological advancements shall rust us under sol invictus
3) Currency of greed shall eclipse us into darkness,
We the trashumanists shall enhance life to its immortality,
And update human with mechanical-parts, all for us,
We the updated and implanted ones shall witness world collapse!

The Error Part 2: Master-Slave-Morality

Part 1: Robots of Systems Virus
We have to work for money,
For sellers and producers to produce more and sell more products!
We the financial delusion and economy!
Transforming fashion and images in this circle,
And go to school learn then go to heigher school to labor for greater currency!
We the industrial slaves, labor for papers
and pay then labor, labor then pay, in masqurade of declining civi"LIE"zation
We decline in our sickness of wars, wealth of disgust with taste of technological manipulations
Push the button and you will know! Click and you don't have to think in internetinazation.
Part 2: Endless Circle of Madness
We have trapped ourselves in our mechanical civi"TRUTH"zation
We the system, eaters of each others tree-reduction
We the survivors in the carnival of masks we wear!
Part 3: Epiphany or Continuation into annihilation?
We dressed in illusions of social dresses of classes
Like Baribies and Kens painted and placed into the Box
We are imprisoned and restricted in this cheaply-expansive box
Like toys in vast universe cursed to pay to illusionism of ourselves
We the artistic-race illusionize our place and selves!
Only epiphany may one day give us gift of realization to fix our repetitive and constant mistakes of world's swells!

The Mess Part 3: the Web
By" Dmitriy Krymkin

Puppeteers pulling their strings of the puppets
Like millennium of the oppression,
In the environment of true lies and empty possessions!

We are caught in this web and its mess.
Unsolved error continues century after century,
We can’t find a sanctuary from this prison and family less
Understood with its Holy Quadrity not trinity!

I wander from village to village…
From city to city!
With my name unknown,
With my stage dethroned.

A Phantom or a Sun!

My bruised feet,
And exhausted legs,
They bleed with love,
Heavens hold myriads Earths above.

A shadow or a Man under the Eclipse of the Son!

It’s not “I” came to save you all.
You all must clean your net!
We, the holy figures only give you path!
And you have to follow to live aftermath…

We are the family and one,
Under sacred moon and sun
Blinded by their false dawn…

Chariot Part 4: The Charioteer… the traitor

We are raised and grown like money,
Yet we are look like horses.
We are running the race,
Yet there is no race!

We taught to make papers,
By the true teachers of truth,
Known as falsehood to our youth,
To drive cars, and build careers,
The change is changing us…
Into whipped horses of betrayed instincts!

Tyrants scream in coercing tone.
“Run faster and faster…
Happiness is one step away!”
Only patriots sacrificed themselves,
For the bone structure throne,
Painted with blood of thousands roses…

The Enemy Part 5: We
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The Parasite-Ducky-Bomb in human form.
His head split in two and HDTV has come out of there.
Like earth broken through,
With his hands he ripped his stomach open
Showing infinite infinities and eternal un-eternities
And myriads of universes of divinities!

The screen revealed a playground chessboard cook-stove.
There Seven-Children setup tanks, planes, ships and kings.
One cunning move to end it all!
While Ducky sings the death-songs of war!
The world chess-game continues.

We are searching for the enemies in ever corner...
We drop bombs, and rain the bullets upon ourselves with thirst for more!
We find "New" enemy build on "old" opponent,
We need to kill for the protection...
To stay protected from other protections!

How many more lives will be taken from endless annihilation?
We are enemy of the enemy named friends.
They are all over the place, only threat will be erased!
We must kill ourselves to destroy the target,
To see the coast is clear and set
The time for the eradication...

Ducky goes quack, quack, and talk, talk...
We hear the sound of treachery,
To silent our noisy world of deceivery!
We, the chefs cooking us in explosion and delusion.
The seven lies dead after murder meal it was only solution!

The Enemy Part 5: We (short version)
By: DMitriy Krymkin

We are from another planet or unknown source
We have been killing the enemy
For centuries on spiral course!
In the mirror-universe,
Looking at the enemy
It is killed and annihilated.


Lords of War (Rewritten Version)

Blood-soaked ground half "alive" half "dead" people walk and collapse on streets,
pilled with thousand-more rotten corpses. Jehovah raze our dark miseries,
Under clouded with smoke skies, they burn red and bleed the dead!
Under darknest shadows we the "weak" animals scatter just to find some kind of food in sweat
Sorrounded by rotten buildings those stand in ruins of military-artists and holy-tsars of war
Our bodies torn in scars and horrors of ripped and exploded flesh in gore in bloody conquest

Global slaughter He imposes on the "heretics" those who oppose his reign of terror
Only those who obey him and bow to his "old" dictatorship of error
Are blind slaves of eternal-decay in decompositions of eternitites with his divinity!
He wasted billions of lives for his "christianity" so unchristian and political conqouring insanity
He doomed us, our One Lord of War to damnations of hell on earth full of destructions
He raped the soil and he still murdering more and more with his jealous hate and rage eruptions

Our One God of love for war unifing the anti-human-world decaying natural-idols
From One-Idol. Title "Tsarism" cannot exist without "Serfdom!"
Tsar has died! He was "our" Lord murdered by "enemies" of the conquered.
The aeons has passed at last the mankind still lost in vast universe and its own dolls of errors
Those Noble and Peast titles only appeal in way you dress with illusions of Authority
Human race awake from its long sleep of two thounsand years of masking doom!

Poem To Representatives of Holee Reign

Part 1: Superstar of Fame
You Antichrists',Antijhovahs, and Antigod of Israel dwell in holy tombs of decay
You have invented your star-character and you have killed him in your precious book
To keep our throats hooked in your a-cutest hooks
You have banished most horrible deity Jehovah, and replaced him with you "love-apotheosis!"
You blinded the sheep with your shepherds dogma of bliss
And yet You stay beside Rose of flames!
You preach the shadows of light and celebritianism of Christ's fame
You decomposing mass of tormented souls!
And you play games with imposers along...

We, the Patriots!

Obssessed patriot obssess with divinities!
Obssessed "patriot is a nationalist" on the world of labels lists
Obssessed patriot is not patriot at all, to his coutry of survivalities
Obssessed patriot in love with sun, stars and moon during nights of lights and days of darks

Obssessed patriot runs on poison in his veins, do you see?
The poison which is from the tree of deadly poisons in this hi-tech-world
Obssessed patriot is a branch growing into the deepest stars of cosmos
The Universe where we are a smallest of largest dot in vast cosmic-oceans of universes

We are the tiny tree blinded by our weeds of dogmatic-seeds
While obssessed patriot is named as "Patriot!"
While pay(discontent)ments decompose the masses on my cards of Tarot
We the patriots do not patriotize our countries
Robbers has robbed us from all "patriotism"
In survival and slavery of paper-love nationalism
We the patriots know patriotism is terrible brother of nationalism!

We need to grow a sacred tree of holiness!
We have forgot our natural blessings!
We are left in material darkness
We the "patriots" are slaves of goverments and brainwashed by religions of greed

We, the Gods of Love haven't found all secrets in Ocean-Gods
We are have been imposed by Deities of Docrines
We, the Gods of Love and Beauty despise war and political regime and all of its shrines!
We, the Holy Mankind of Errors and Error on this planet-dot!

"Gods of Love" TV show Sliders Episode
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Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
Image
"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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Post by Dema » Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:05 pm

I and Brotherhood

Its me against me of age
And he speaks scholaric-language
Most irrefutable, incontrovertible and unbelivable!
We need criticism of the world.
We live in many worlds.
Worlds of truth and lies, world of ups and downs, loves and hates
What I call it a double-word.

Fixed minded man is not for the latering-star
I am contradiction at your sights and far
And I betray myself in my own words!

My words are illusions.
Its me against my I and my "self"

Most irrefutable, incontrovertible and unbelivable are errors of truth and lies
We need criticism of the world.
We live in many worlds.
Worlds of truth and lies, world of ups and downs, loves and hates
What I call it a double-word.

In life and in death, in every living breath,
Fighting with each other like dogs of war-gusts
No brotherhood in mankind with too many ideas and conquering-lust
If one does not "conforms" to another man than "brothers" turn into dust.
There is no brotherhood in his herding mUSts!
Only brother and hood of error in Cameron Diaz eyes.

Where The Empty Mind Dwells

Stop! Send your process to the end
Where shadows dwell And Death knells
Empty Mind contender and swells
Complexity of it knows no limits
Only eternity of torments and ideas lie as fragments

The Knowledge shatters itself apart
Ideals become distorted and torn into pieces of every part
Never healing process severing in rejection and darkness of Roses
Moon melts away and tortuous Birth delays to see the Dark Light of Life
Pathetic existence finds “value” in shades of insanity after addiction overdose

Social values burst into flames when living grows insane
Mind is just the piece from body which storms the severity
Where empty cells brutally sewed together into one organic form
Critical thinking is illusional signals of psychical brain
Stop! Empty your mental will, kill yourself to cure maelstrom of thoughts!

This drives you insane into intellectual sickness
Sadness, Madness, Sufferings and Joys bleed after Days blacken and tear away
Mortality fades away like ashes of burning words
Written, expressed in every kind of form, torn and disappear in the smoldering winds
Feeble but wonderous human frame always suffers in darkest days

Where Mind dwells empty shells condemned in itself
When you clear the existence of intellect
All the Thoughts twist and dissolve because of the waves
Storming in shades like wraiths fade in the mirrors of Mind
Life forever evaporates and perish than decays in underground blinds

Burned Trees

They wear masks in shattered black colors that play on their defect faces
The darkness comforting their ashen lives as shadows embraces their silence

Their eyes are glowing red like blood boils inside of them as horrors swells
They standing dead wretched in their inner burning smells

As black smoke reaches for the scorched heavens into abyss of hells
The doom of living corpses pray for death to butcher their own prison cells

They are waiting for their next victim be condemned and eaten!
As their skin crawling as dark as night revealing body flame of the damned

They haunt murderers of their realms of keys
Then they take them and transform these slayers into trees.

While Shadows and Light singing to the dead in decay and agony
Only inflamed past left unsaid and blackened in dread of mystery

Death Of Thousand Eyes

Thousand eyes exploded in universe
And skies shattered while sun blackens the visions of future
And Day extinguished into the Night
Thousand sights left blind in blackness of future

Reflection In the Mirror

Light is so bright
I am drown in sweet delight
I am hallucinating existence of life in the mirror
My reflection in the mirror
Am I hallucination or terror?

I see mass extinction
But I don’t see myself in the broken glass
It’s shattered so now I have to pick up my pieces
And darkness passes through my eyes
Life seems not to be visible to eyelids
Like veins being split and slit as they bleed

Death conquers Life
Like nonexistence sweeps the existence
To reflect visual demise
Eyes become blind
Then being cut out and eyeless
Than pictures do not appear in the mirror
Images and forms nonexistent in the reflection of the mirror

Reproduction is sympathy of existence
Is to be able to exist and continue its existence of disease
Only mirror is empty of existence
That needs to wake up from dream called Life or be dead
Mirror doesn’t reflect the bloodshed, it’s is empty of Life and Death
Because reflections never had organic appearance of Life and Death

Love and Compassion

To love someone is to feel their touch and kiss!
The rush of attraction you can't resist
Everyday feels like another bliss

She makes sun burn inside of you
The attention and dedication you give her
The warmth of her fire heals you
And cures your cold days

Like angels wings swayed
And you fall into her sweet embrace
As ocean waves quakes your soul

After her red wine kiss
That left the traces on your lips
Now your mind is intoxicated with intense bliss!

From her love and compassion you melt
Like ice from fire of this Rose
She keeps your flames alive

She makes you whole
In every way of your life
With her you don't want to die!

With her you want to live forever
Like two flowers bloom and bond together
In love and compassion and all they need is each other!

Ecco Homo

I met a man of Tr(U)th with his two-dimesional blinds
Of course, if he (K)new the "Truth?!" or his irrefutable errors!
If we kNOw the "l(I)es?" There is no truth without lies,
Maybe when we die? There is no lies without truth,

Man is so obsessed with Truth!
Only Truth is not obsessed with man!
Man is so obssessed with lies,
Only Lies are not obssessed with man!

Truth is lies, lies is truth its double-word and neither not even neutral as we bind.
Can we even separete the two sides of same coin? can your eyes read well if u blind?
There is no "truth" or "lies" only interpretations and perceptions of our own words

Paper-Man can read his words how ever he needs to, it is grammatically arranged
Only his eyes of honesty betrays with his herds-dis-honestly
Paper-Man can you even read your blured ink smeared by eraser?

Erase the words which you have invented you herding man
We the Herding-Man have invented the "truth" and "lies"
To distort minds of the herd and conFUSE mankind!

Ultimate sacrifice for of our kind to find the unfinding finds!
The truth and lies are not looking for us. How can the find them?
We are looking and perceiving them, thus what can we find?

If we look closer to all our literatures?
Do we really, with all our socalled Belief or Non-Belief
Can trust the Herding-Men of "truth" of literaTortures or literNatures?

Lets erase everthing and restart with blank piece of paper
How many times story changes when its spoken and written?
Blank though is not yet beaten by others and it still fresh paper!

Blinds of the Blind

“Thou art thy own Perfect Will”--- Scorn Malcontent

Your eyes are sewn by cult of immortality
But do you look under blinds of your ties?
Your vision is distorted by fictional idols of your dictator
Who promises something after you die?
Your burning lids can’t break the walls of insanity

Your dictator closed your mind with his ideal commandments
You are contaminated with his irrelevant tongue and your ways
Your “Perfect - Morality” enslaves and defaces
Your natural existence with pretenses, is this gives you content?
Of myth created by man giving power to tyrant of your cult

He tells you “Obey my ways! I am “Truth” and “life” and you do what I tell to do!”
You submit because weakness of your pathetic mind
He smiles at you while giving you orders
You have to question this bastard and his divine rules of mind slaughter
For you it’s too late you are already brainwashed, condemned to his “Perfect-Will”

In Magnitude of the Being

Moments of life fade like ashes in the dark
Soon feelings in the Being are eradicated
And body decays during passing days and days...

Cold Moon shines grim light upon the lonely Graves
The eternity embraced the eternal wraiths
In magnitude of existence of tormenting process of aged shapes

Digital Era: Beginning or the End?

You are connected online
And your mind was filling with lots of the information
Once you entered the Google
Then Yahoo took control of you with more information
You intellect was overfilling
Soon YouTube blazing tunes
And your mind was failing
You are dying as your hand reach to shut down its connection
You couldn’t take the intensity of the network
You died and system failed!

No Awakening From Lost Passion

You burst out of my body
Like soul flied into the skies
I burned every sign and every line
Only my words were so quiet but you couldn’t die!
You were one moment inside
Then I lost you without trace and I lost your signs
When will you come back?
Where are you? I want to feel you again!
You are my desire, need and demand

Human.com

I stared in the eyes of Supreme Being
This infinity of images, sights, and movements in this virtual eternity
I was hypnotized by the screen
My digital attraction burned within
I was another puppet of the windows and its scenes

Once I entered the Net
I was searching…..
I was drowning…..
I can find anything, everything and nothing
In this sea of endless information of errors and facts

Decimation of The Soul

You were born out of mind
Fake and blind, overshadowed and undivine
You were empty illusion of mind
Which spread itself into “Spirituality”
You were born in Man's Insanity!

From destruction of the worlds
Mutilated Bodies crumbled into One Being
As empty as you meant to be
From annihilation of the worlds
You pretended and faked in and still live within Us All

You are Infection of Millions
Annihilation of thousands
You are Infliction of Billions
Delusion of thousands
You prey on the weak after destructions

The Fragment
If you ever existed we would feel you!
The Fragment
If you ever existed we would know you!
You are sit in Empty Throne of Negation

You never existed
You are just hollow word
You never was vibrate!
You never was perceived or attempted to be felt!
You are now burned, scorned and decimated and forever annihilated!

Memory collapse

Downloads overload with thousands clicks Download
Programmed system is infected than still reprogrammed
With new windows approaching new wave
Your memory collapsed after filling of the hard drive
Virtual life keeps restarts and shuts down in this cycle, in this cage

Will you die or still come to life again?
Your eyes can't see through the blackness of sick neurons in your net
All the wires run through your mechanical flesh
Your memory was damaged with corrupted Download
Unfixable error end your days!

Cyber Heart

My heart wired with wires
They all connected to the Internet
My heart is empty but it has one desire
To find connection with digital love!

I control many, many screens
Searching for you…
I am still searching for you…
In this cyber universe
I see thousands faces
Only I can’t find you among connectors
I drown in my electric dreams of information
In the eternal sea of data and disinformation

My matrix eyes has millions and millions number running through
They all are looking for you my love!
My mind also controls
All the programs and their functions

I am scanning every website
Trying to find your waves
I am many daemons and networks
With infinity of gateways
I am design of Microsoft
Human creator created me as digital creator
I am programmed and reprogrammed
They update me every hour for their favor

Awakening The Beast

The abyss of his fathom desires drew him closer to her abyss.
As skies darkened, and began bleeding like she poisoned his heart
As she was snaking into his mind where tombs soon appeared, ripping him apart
As flames of light, lit the lot of the day to divine their hours of darkness and of bliss

Their voices clashed like temples of god burned with iconoclasts' hands
There was no return, the Love grasps his flesh and drown him in buring sands
He has awaken the beast who was hungry and she was ready to feast!
Once they embraced each other and he began to walk on razor of life from west to east

His wounds burn after every slash of her blade
The unborn child shall never come from this maid
Only deadly winds serenaded and pain was eating him within

Cyber Wired: Part 1

My lyrical poetry flows into your veins
And virus rages its wild fire as flame growing insane
You and I are wired to the cyber machine

Our minds are infected with new plague that bursting within
As our instincts transform into electric current
Suddenly life shuts down and restarts

Unknown creator hacked into us and implanted the virus
Into our psycho - digital intellect
Now we are living with this defect

Renewel Through Superior Firepower: Part 2

"How many errors does it take for human to realize its errors and stop repeating them?"--- Scorn Malcontent
"Highest philosophy become one with nature"---Aleksandr Chudinov

Earth cries out her agonies of severing doom!
Gloom of Stone Jungles rises from our ever infecting factories,
Sun looks at us with its grim face and it cries its inflammable rays
Of burning days of thounsand more burials...
Dead, decaying and slayed or conquerrored with blood and force!
While some of us live in the past, and mooned by the moon course,

Resolves around Star of Intolarence that sees the source!
Better to live in natural "past" of y(our) own hiSTORY step doors.

Even Truification of truth can hide behind the curtains of falsefication of falseth
Like Illusionist betrays your eyes of truth into lies with movents of hands
And Truth-teller can be mistaken with dishonesty in his breath
Truism needs falsesim in Renewal Through Superior Firepower
Controllers had a therapy session meeting in their little room
By the name "No" was hidden. We are waiting for waves like lovers!

The fire-works were ready to set off and enflame soon!
The splitting bullet for each head was ripping through the air
Erasing the errors! Genius shot the controllers while detonating the bombs. Who cares?

He was a rock lying against the flowing rivers on earth layers.
He was intolarable of civilization
Insane-flames scorched the nations like slayers of relief
Nuclear-winter have come to us those who survived
Had mutations of Trees, insects, even flowers and other animals. Others died
Its like after wars of books, which book is more accurate?

Some of us became rocks, trees, even butterflies
Others, were dirt, grass, and lice
Some of us trasform into bugs, and ants...

A-theist: All Hope For Collapse

Doctrine of Money is great invention
It gives us so much joy!
Another car, another toy,
Money keeps us happy and in satisfaction!

Money keeps us save in grave,
Like Iesous Christós unknown, just like us the homo sepiens "unsaved,"
Money gives sheep hope and savoring taste of secular bliss in being "saved!"
Like rotten corpeses hung for slaviens! Pay for scars, burns and sicknesses so be brave?
Money pays even for our ashes. How great? Please stay save.

Money is great sensation in the shop
Like hunting-burning gifts we need!
How much money do we need to satisfy?
Money loves us this we know, for the book of money tells us so,

Build a mall in sacred hall for greater payment
Even love gets payed with hate as date
Truth is sold for our souls with lies we ate!
Truth gets a lots of cash to keep us contented in discontentment at gates of life
Truth is hiding and seeking from us in death, altough we are word-inventors and payers!

God's corporations works 24-7 to keep the business,
He is great celebrity even during 9:11. He is our holy illness.
God superstar lives in Golden Palace within us all,
He needs money from us for corporate-love-for-all,

Money is po(We)r and we love wealth, we the subterranean conspirators!
If we all stop working we, the "poor" workers system will crush!
Why we need so much cash, knowing Johnny Cash!
"Rich" play games and paper in their pockets are full like in the Controllers!
Controllers need the gamers or workers to work.
Their existence needs to exist with great labour like movements of fork.

Dimesion, reality and Symbol...

The word is art, and sensation,
The word is life, its another dimesion!
The word is symbol of expression,
The word is creativity and laboring creations,

Every word is reality and dimesion!

The word is a sword and viberation,
The word is madness and imageNation,
The word is picture that you jump in.
The word is metaphor, we live in!

Every word is commander and command!

The word is annihilation and divinity,
The word is explanation and mystery,
The word is cosmos and tyranny!
The word is us speaking thus before silence of secrecy.

Educate the Educators: Finding the Errors.

The terror and lust for wealth in heART of Erica
Pokets full of secrets they hide and raze the minds with education of their own image
The words put into our mouth and head are deads unspoken age.
And we left as bend and shattered mirrors on their walls of Ruserica

Suns of mankind walk on waters
They have many names
Solar-fires burns within us, eaters
They carry names in one name
Sun second, third, forth...comings
Mass Confusion and mess blinded our eyes

Our one-sided education planned by planners or authors who live in state of control
We need is to travel the worlds to find multidimesional-teachings to open all the gates!
The controllers whisper to poets and writers what to write and for us to learn and unlearn.
We left in distortions and criticisms those who need of criticism of their noble souls!

They find how and what to teach us, bend mirrors
Thus suns brightens the bright minds those need to teach diverse thinking
The fire of kNOledge burns inside them with ignorance of kings
They are scholars masters of their work
with movenets of forks stabbed into our heads.
Forcefed-intellects live by manipulated-information forced like shattered glass

Severity Of Empty Beauty

The darkness in his eyes seems to blind his sight into darkest night
Like shadow swells and grims by tonight you are severe dark light
Death only knows how you dispose the minds of Man with your visible delight
When he sees and fantasize you in the bed than your sexuality satifies his bread
The fantasy of your beauty is empty than it pushes him into his own cruelty to be visually dead

Only welts in his sick brain sets to vain his insanity into boiling reality
The severity of empty beauty hollows his eyes he can't realize in dark visibility
That She is only playing with his mind but She cease his lust to dust but set of insanity
In foundation of social lot he can't let go the past as weak minded sheep who need the stories
Of sacred fiction to create his better Death and better mental state rather than agonies

Of intellect which he still faces to this blackest day he pays for his existence of cruelty in dismay
And She stays in his delusions of wild imaginations of fatal beauty of morality
Nonexistent to visual empty substance in form full of molecules with attractive symmetry
To relief and release his misery and severing agony through sensuality of Erotica
She seduces to him her narcotica than he dovours in her naked dance of explicit pornographica

To this Blooming Rose he can't oppose beause she gives in to him in every pose
Like a whore or nempho content and blend into errors of his social ways as dark rose
His Appetite and hunger for her body disposes when she fucks him until his sexual overdose
Her severity quenches his sexuality in every movement of every thrust of erotic joy of agony
At night when moon whispers on their dust after agonized lust of visual butchery
Last edited by Dema on Sun Jul 15, 2018 12:22 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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