In my crypt I sleep I wake to a cry and weep Fear nothing I cannot see My eyes maintain a steady bleed
Author: Angelkorpse von Abaddon
a punk who is in a messed up world, trying to find fellowship of other punks
Use What God Took from You….Hate.
Look into the dark I found my way in My head is a haven For my lust sins
“Last Will and Jesus’s Testament”
Why can’t we not be clean and take in his pride Why can’t we dream in his mind I am a liar Trust in me and all will fall in well
Mechanical Christ
This isn’t me I am not mechanical I am not what God intended, I am a desktop animal My mind is filled with data My soul is a platform of RAM
In the pathways….
Introduction to the “Writings and Theories of Luthor Vulkan” ….along the land of scorched soil and rotten flesh, he walks and takes with him a creature. The creature has no knowledge of what has happen in the course of the past one hundred years, but has a thought of the present state of mind in… Continue reading In the pathways….