Monday 17 October 2022

Hailoween

 


They'll hail this night, of wights, before they're torn asunder
And let their inner demons thrive, before the witches conjure
For although the disciples of the macabre, are insanely obscene
It's now their time to hail, the eidolons, for they are Halloween

Thirteen witches incantations, will call Satan, to raise the dead
Whilst a pumpkin gazes, through empty eyes, in a hollow head
And the defiled, will pledge their souls, within the satanic oaths 
As the necromancers purge their demons and the unholy ghosts

Of flesh and blood, will surround, the pentagram's outer circle
For ancient black magic to be cast, in a barely audible, burble
And with a last, impious prayer, before all rationality's ceased
A solitary knell will sound, to praise, the number of the beast

On this vile night of the dead, some will plead, or even howl
As the witches sacrifice, with razor nails, that'll disembowel
And if the needy demented, choose this path, of a devil's lore
They'll be under the coven's spell, to be awash, in others gore

The debauchery, witchcraft grants, will be to the devil, a debt
 And he'll claim from them, everything, from soul to silhouette
But mind's eyes will be blind, as they play the witches games
As they foully, fornicate, in the shadows, of flickering flames

There'll be a candle's light, guttering, under a pumpkin's hood
In the shadows, will be naked witches, covered in others blood
And there will be maggots, writhing, in entrails and ectoplasm
Feeding on a one way trail, leading back, to the eternal chasm

In mourning minds, sleep will die and narcolepsy will attract
For the insane night before, will be a devilish, pentagram pact
So they'll hail, themselves, the demonized, of Satan's plunder
But the unholy ghosts will ebb and die, 'til the witches conjure

666








Saturday 15 October 2022

Witchcraft Today

 

There isn't a start, or an end, there's just a place to begin
And it's with the hook of her nose and the crook of her chin
But it's impossible to observe, what you don't want to see
When she's a black magic sorceress, with a conjuror's degree

She's a mesmerizing crone and the mirrors reflect her decay
But with her incantations of hypnosis, this is witchcraft today
With pleasure her tether, you will accept every potion and pill
Until you're drained dry, for her need, is to harvest your spill

The world's, sometimes a wonder, it can be carefree and fun
When she's gorging on your member and supping your cum
So you'll cede, to the sweet torture and her calluses like nails
And caress where her flesh folds, despite what reality unveils

Her punishing passion, is a deception, her suffusion is acid
But with hocus-pocus alchemy, she'll arouse what was flaccid
For she's not who you think she is, she's a witch and a whore
Who will gleefully, fuck you to death, just so she can restore

It's the beginning of the end, when you're deep in her clunge
And she's gradually soaking you up, like a rancid old sponge
But there will be no way, to stop, even though she's a threat
For your mind, will be realigned, to the jizz juices and sweat

Her raven locks will seduce you, or even her silvery thatch
And her nails will implore you, when you suckle her snatch
But she'll rip you apart, with broken teeth, as sharp as sickles
As she takes, for her needs, you'll feel an agony, that cripples

She can only feed, when she fucks you, her need is to maim
You can only sate, when you fuck her, as you're nearly insane
For this is witchcraft today, it's an old beldame and her quim
With her black magic necromancy and your cum, on her chin


Monday 10 October 2022

Haunted World

 


Haunted world, cast into a radioactive, Venus guise
Ascension has been mortally razed, within their lies
Under a spell, those who were, decided not to think
Now, they're the ghosts and ashes, of those extinct
They had it all, as they chose to see, but didn't look
Ending everything inevitably, as the lightning struck
Death was, the missile, the bomb, the artillery shell
Wailing with insanity's sirens, to warn, but not repel
Ordained by heaven, but the gods, were not in fact
Removed, from the horror, of each depraved attack
Let those MAD men live, but cadaveric and knurled
Desecrators, of the toxic terrain, of a haunted world