Cessatio a Divinis

I GIVE MY BLOOD TO THE MISTIC DARKNESS TO THE ETERNAL MELANCHOLY OF THE DEMON . I WILL SOW IN MY HEART THE SEED OF WICKEDNESS I WILL MEDIATE IN THE CHAMBER AND CONJURE THE SPECTRUM THAT MANIFEST THROUGH DREAMS AND NIGTHMARES.(2) I GIVE MY BLOOD TO THE THRONE, KINGDOOM AND DOMMINION TO THE THRONE OF AGONY TO THE INFINITE KINGDOOM OF BEATIFUL AND FLEETING SOULS TO THE DOMMINION OF WEAK HUMAN MINDS I THE DEPRESSION AND THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT MEMORIES OF LUST INVADE MY BEING AS I DRINK FROM THE GLASS OF SWEET WINE BUT THE WRATH OF SPREADING THE TRUTH ABOUT OF MAGIC TO MANY OF THE WEAK MAKES THE PAIN OF DYING AND OF DEPRESSION STRONGER NOW HERE IN THE MUTE DAWN BY THE SADNESS THAT INVADE ME, I RUN TOWARD THE BLACK CHAMBER WHERE DOUBTS IN BELIEVES DOES NO EXIST . THE ANXIETY AND THE NERVES NEVER EXIST. MY BODY FEELS THE PEACE OF ANOTHER DIMENSION AND MY SOUL FLIES OUTSIDE MY BODY AROUND THIS . I FEEL, I AM FLOATING, I SEE MY BLOOD SPREAD WITHIN THE CIRCLE ALONG WITH MY INERT REMAINS I GAVE MY BLOOD FOR THE DEPRESSION THAT I HAD DEAD IN LIFE.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

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SACRED PROPHET OF EVIL THE CALLING OF THEIR MINDS IS ALL READY REAL WE UNITE ENERGIES TO INTIMIDATE ON TO INFLUENCE.. IS NIHILISM THE SECOND PHILOSOPHY OF THE DEMON? WE ACCEPT WITH BELIEVE THE BELIEVE IN NOTHING THE BELIEVE OF INTELIGENCE THE BELIEVE IN THE HUMAN GOD TECHNOLOGY. THAT ASTRONOMY TRAMPLES OVER THE ASTROLOGY THAT CLONES WILL END REENCARNATION AND HUMAN INTELEGENT WILL END, WITH GODS THAT WILL ALWAYS EXIST IN THE MINDS OF POST GENERATION. THE BLASPHEMY OF TECHNOLOGY WILL BE INFINITE, THE CREATION OF LIFE WILL NOT BE NATURAL IT WILL ALSO DEPEND ON MACHINES AND MINDS. THE BLASPHEMY OF TECHNOLOGY WILL BE INFINITE, THE CREATION OF LIFE WILL NOT BE NATURAL THE BELIEVE OF THE BLACK AND SHINIG UNIVERSE, THE BELIEVE OF LIFE IN THE COSMOS THE BELIEVE OF THE BLACK ABYSS IN THE UNIVERSE SACRES PROPHET OF EVIL INFLUENCED TOWARDS THE TRUTH BUT WHAT IS THE TRUTH?.....................................

IN A SENCE I BELIEVED TO BE IN THAT OCCASION BY KNOWING I FELT TO DECIPHER THE REASON THE POWER WHICH MADE ME THINK I KNEW THAT EVERYTHING I INITIATED HAD BEEN VISUALIZED IT WAS NOT SUFFICIENT TO THE DO FACT THAT THESE WERE SERVANTS OF FALSENESS AND RELIGION JOYOUS LIFE SATITATING THE BLOOD MAKES ME FEEL INEBRIATED SORROWFUL LIFE THAT FINALIZES THE AFTERNOON BLASPHEMY REACHES MY INTERIOR BLASPHEMY MY INTERIOR MY EYES RADIATE HATRED AND PURITY HATRED TO THOSE WHO ARE DECEITFUL, WHO TRY TO PARTAKE WITH IN THE MAGIC PURITY TO THOSE WHO DARE TO SILENCE AND ACCOMPLISH ALL HUMAN BEINGS HOLD WITHIN GOOD AND EVIL BUT WHAT IS WORSE IS THAT THEY ATTEMPT TO SEE IN THE REFLECTION OF A MIRROR THAT OF SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT OF WHOM THEY TRULY ARE THEY STRIVE TO BE FIRE AND SIMPLY ARE ASHES THEY STRIVE TO HAVE A HEART OF STONE AND SENTIMENTALLY THEY ARE DAMNLY CONSUMED WITH THAT WORD CALLED LOVE. THEY STRIVE TO BE INTELLIGENT BUT THEY ARE NOT AWARE THAT THEY ARE CONTROLED BY THEIR GUIDED BY SCRIPTURES THAT DO NOT PERTAIN PRESENT MOMENT, THE FEELINGS AND OVERALL, TO OUR INNER WICKEDNESS. NOW WITH THE MURMUR OF WHAT WAS SAID AND OF MY WRITEN THOUGHTS WITH THE HOPE THAT THEY ALLOW TO FEEL AND KEEP QUIET TO FEEL AND KEEP QUIET

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

INFINITE SEARCH FOR DEATH I SEARCHED FOR HER ONE DAY ON THE BACK OF THE BLACK HORSE AND SOON I CONTINUED TO SEEK THROUGH THE GREEN CHROMIUM OF THE FIELDS ALONG WITH THE FIRE AND THE BURNING OF DANGER IN THE SENTENCE OF THE ETERNAL SPECTRUM OF DEATH DAMN, RESTLESS MALICE THAT TO THE SOUND OF JOINING DEATH AND MY AGONY, IN SHORT, NEVER, NEVER WAS DEATH ANYTHING FOR ANOTHER ENIGMA THE EXPERIENCE OF TIME I ALSO SEARCHED FOR HER, I NO LONGER REMEMBER WHEN UPON THE LETHAL FIELD OF THORNS AND NEVER WAS ANOTHER FACT SO PAINFUL HE FLED, BURNING THE PRAIRIES OF MY DREAMS, \WITH HIS HANDS DRAWING UP LONG DARK CIRCLES ON MY EYES AND AGAIN IN THE SEARCH THROUGH BLACK PARADISES OF LIMITLESS ENJOYMENT I MULTIPLIED THE OFFSPRING OF EVIL FOR THE COLD APPETITE OF THE SOULS AND THIS BLINDED THE CHASTIDY OF A PURE SHOUT AMONG THE CHORUS OF SEXUAL VOICES, THAT SHOUT STILL RESONATES IN MY NIGHTS AFTER RETURNING FROM THE DRUNKNESS, THE NEXT DAY WITH DEATH ON MY ARM, SHE FOUND ME BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY FLED FROM ME DEATH WILL NO LONGER BE THE FAIRY, THAT RETURNS TO THE SITE OF SO MANY WITH HER FOREHEAD FULL OF SHADOWS FORMING A BLACK CROWN OF ROSES I BELIEVE THAT I WILL NEITHER FIND IN THE MOMENT OF MY AGONY NOT IN MY DREAMS, THAT EVEN ITS GLANCE WEIGHTS DAMN, RESTLESS MALICE THAT TO THE SOUND OF JOINING DEATH AND MY AGONY, IN SHORT, NEVER, NEVER WAS DEATH ANYTHING FOR ANOTHER ENIGMA

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

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