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.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
CELESTIAL PERDITION.
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.
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
DARK CASSINI
Dark Cassini spreads her black wings of sleep.
Soaring upwards to the nocturnal comets.
Her eyes burning with ember red flames.
The celestials shall bring eternal perdition.
The weeping angels of doom and silence.
Gathering at the summits of Chaotika.
The pacifists may be cast aways of night.
But they shine brighter than any sun.
In the dense midnight mourn of introspecion.
The ice cities of unformed worlds collide.
Where the dead fear to tread on razors.
A million and one reasons to kill.
Those that hate our silent unknown breath.
By Sir Markus Furiae.
Monday, 17 September 2012
FALLEN EPITAPHS
FALLEN EPITAPHS.
DECAYING MEMORIES.
LOST MOMENTS.
SOARING LONELINESS.
DEADLY VENGEANCE.
COLD SILENCE.
BITING WINTER.
BROKEN TOMBS.
CALM EARTHQUAKES.
BITTER SORROW.
RUINED YESTERDAYS.
EBONY SHADOWS.
SERPENT HORROR.
TOWERING INFERNOS.
GATES OF ETERNAL PUNNISHMENT.
Sir Markus Furiae.
Saturday, 15 September 2012
The War Machine
They reject their own kind of folk.
The outcasts and oblivious few.
All alone without a phone.
A new war begins to reform.
From the ashes of an old foe.
They hunt for the lonely people.
Abusing with devious plans.
To kill inside the violent camps.
That hold those undeserving to live.
They practice torture in many disguises.
Gassing infants, mothers and fathers.
Their violent plans never subside.
The war machine carries on and on.
Taking victims of misery and depression.
Secretly taking them off to a forest.
They shoot loners until they fall down.
Deep into the murky pits of endless death.
Where once the world has forgotten.
They restart the cruel death machine.
And war ravages the unloved children.
Their fathers soon drafted into violence.
To kill and murder for profits of the rich.
Sir Markus Furiae.
THIS IS NOT A GOTHIC POST/BUT IT IS CLOSE TO MY HEART.
THIS MAY NOT BE A FULL 100% GOTHIC POST. BUT THIS IS SOMETHING VERY CLOSE TO MY DARK HEART. WHAT IS IT? IT IS A PICTURE OF 'THE COAST' TEAM.
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