Three dark angels from space and beyond. Tripple meteorites of otherworldly chaos. Cold silent hearts of perdition reawaken. A moonless enterprise of dark lunacy. The oceans are boiling and rising. Burning sulphur of enony redish oxide. The misty depths of anger from beyond the cemetery gates. Death Cassandras are omens in the damp air. Spectators of chaos lurking in the shadows. Super-extraordinary stellascapes. This ceaseless biting of untouchable forces, that insult the living. War is riding on the waves of midnight unknown. Raging Bermuda Triangles of vicious sprites. They are the winters of intangible mist and snow, that kills. In desolate forrests that scream in defiance, against the untrue light. Enforcing suicide upon the uncaring and oppressive. May their wakes of fire and sulphur, burn their wings. Until celestial perdition has her way.
ALL DREAMERS WILL SURVIVE. FOOLS AND OPPOSERS MUST DIE. FREAKS AND GEEKS LIVE ON. CLOWNS MUST SUFFER IN ANGUISH. IN THE ETERNAL FLAMES OF JUSTICE. AND JUDGEMENT BESTOWED ON THE IGNORANTS. THIS SITE IS NOW PROTECTED UNDER THE PROTECTION OF INFORMATION BILL. THERE IS THE LIBERTY OF THE PEOPLE. IF I SHOULD OFFEND THEE...PLEASE LEAVE ASAP.
My Outcast Voice.
My outcast voice doesn't fit in, with all the crappy social voices. That's why I always say words out of place, with all the other fitting words of society. I have always been a square peg in a round hole.
Mark Parry aka Cherry Divine.
Mark Parry aka Cherry Divine.
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