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VxPoem ID: 17731
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Posted: November 9th. 2005 6:11:18 PM
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Malevolence from a throne unseen
by Archus Muta
Age Group: Adult
Compelled to obey by a greater malevolence
The fingertips of mindless hate dance
Playing some invisible instrument
To lull the darkness sleep
Like no thing that you have known have I come
To pursue the voiceless wisdom of death
To twist the light that bore the universe
The corpses are like so many blades of grass
Waving in the cruel scented winds
The feral gnashing of a dislocated jaw
An epic dirge commemorating a legend
The crawling misery of hopeless evil
It has joined our table, It lies in our beds
It has feasted on our rage, It makes love to our fear
What can drive the veins to ripple in the throat
Of a red faced screaming lunatic
What can inspire the most willfully loyal
To betray their own heart
Imagine your own shadow, Who knows all your secrets
Tearing itself away from a twisted light
In rebeliousness making you feel what it feels
As it is destroying you perceive yourself the destroyer
You taste the blood that drips from its maw
In my battle to deny it I have been transmogrified
Into that same monster I sought to obliterate
My blood has spoiled and all hopes of righteousness
Victory, Salvation, Faith have become perverse jokes
In the battlefield of the psyche
I am still in control but can no longer ever claim
Pretend or wonder at the word innocence
Like being raped save it is deeper
A scar that can always be seen by a trained eye
Of a similar fate from abuse and hatred
A scar that spoils beauty
Now I have to be purposefully ugly
A snarling beast, An unthinking hedonist brute
In order to maintain any semblance of sanity
Can my virtue hold me up high in my ultimate defeat?
Does my virtue still shine in the s*** of the beast?
Does my God still smile as witness to atrocity?
How can glory go on forever when the end is now?
This barren soul cracks out like the whip.........
The most powerful illusion, The most delicate lie
An enchanting whisper that seduced the greatest to fall
I am that whisper now.
The words of this evil is sharp
Enough to cut the throats of immortals
These thoughts are orgasms of a masterless evil
All will come to adore the complexity of its deception.......
Can you reinvent the lie?
Perfect it? Upgrade it, where is the 8.0 version of the lie?
I get every upgrade because I've paid in advance
For my subscription to power
You don't have to believe in your lie for it to compell.
You must deny all things attached to your lie
It must become professional
Foolproof
That even the genius would stumble into the spider's web
In this lie there is evidence that manipulates the hearer
To betray all truths
The beauty of the lie is that in service to it
The servant swayed by the potency of the illusion
Thinks to have grasped righteousness
On some bizarre level of their individual perception
A lie when inspected has dimensions
That defy the imaginations of all save the creator of the lie
I am the architect of obscenity......
I know a hell that knows no name and puts all myths of anguish to whimpering shame
Let me paint it for you.
I beckon thee come.......
If heaven and hell were stations on your television
Which channel would you watch the most?
Twisted wreck of flesh turn away from your agony
To stare into my eyes and fascinate me with your suffering
Opend the door, Show me the damned
The sounds are of warped toys
The tastes of pulpy delight
The sensation a dull humorless depth
From which none may slither, As the serpent cursed
From which none can cry for help
The wound is their prison, The wound is their God
From black and white blossoming horror
Does color burst like a wet meaty chorus
Of bouncing heads down labrynthine corridoors
To ancient splendor where roams excess
Where the threshold of experience is re-defined
Author's Notes: I apologize if this poem offends anyone. It is more words from a character I created than my own. It is supposed to be the ranting of a hateful mastermind. The mechanics of evil if you will. Some of the ideas were inspired by non-pagan entities, but I felt I just had to share its intensity with you. Thanks.
Author's Location: Novi, Michigan
More Poems: Archus Muta has posted 5 additional poems- View them?
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