Glandular Squirt's blog: "MY POETRY"

My lips speak of things done wrong, The slain and dead muttering their unheard song i speak with wisdom, beyond earthly desire, the passion for the Master is now a Fire.... Death lives within me, around me in this room The innocent lay curled up as within a womb A childs breath, a whisp of smoke The moonless sky, my deadly cloak Must we speak from behind this veil a shroud of pain, and lost passion, keeps me from speaking my particular tale demons laughing, brooding, dreaming my heart still beats or so as its seeming i hate this earth and the life within my wrath shall strike, my lips a bloody grin Evil is mine, my body its gate, to pour into the world, more murder and hate I ask you this, cause i have followed mine Did you, like me, ful fill the quest of nine Do you want to take a life, Can you fathom whats past that line?

tick tock, so wails the clock, sitting on my wall it rhymes and reasons with me as i go through life, the dark hall do you see its hands caressing the ages putting the lines on faces of sages dementia is here, can you stand with me all is there is fathomless, can't you see? where oceans that are ageless beat upon the sand, where the blood of many sustains the land Death is mine, and yours as well We speak, we Rot, we yearn for hell For we have minions, that exacts our wrath I alone can follow that path To Hell we fly, with our kin We will stand with our Master of glorious sin The good will die, the evil unleashed your blood by our hands soon will be released, must i speak of the myth of time, of course i must, its your and mine i partake in the pleasures of the flesh, with my master soon i will mesh time, is mine time is yours time is the ultimate evil lure

Unguided and Unprovided Love: The Game Of Hate To Justin with Abounding Love... Torn and bleeding, Seeping and exceeding. The yearn for peace This body, no soul, only a vessel to lease A lifetime used The black soul abused The mind, restless and shaken Thy heart and passion now forsaken... A cold, dreamless sweat A frequent fret Years spent untamed My sadness, the madness, I fell so ashamed Corridor of webs The Tide still ebbs Remembering all your pain One must wonder, oh so wonder how you kept so sane.... Music and literature A forming Charicature Still invisable just the same My heart, my body, mind and soul are open for you to mame!

Give me peace, a much needed rest for my mind to give you my best Thoughts revoked and spirits envoked.... Sitting in a pale glow, Come watch the show! The dead aimlessly dancing, dancing Fire now lost ghosts of shadows prancing See it Bleed! This so called seed The hemmorage in my hands The child, soul undying, going...flying like tiny bits of sand My life, my strife, it seems so lost My soul, the blackened cross Charred and burning Tired and yearning To see the child reborn The demons sing and angels blow the bloody war horn I sit and watch, the new future is lost My sanity is now distant...a child's heart the cost

The young girl sits on her bed, Her soul knowing fills with dread, Her soul gasps, her body clenches and into her flows the undead. As she is taken it begins, out of her mouth the Blasphemy is flying, Her mother and priests sit there praying, frightened and crying She flings her arms and legs and turned her head, She looks at the preist but she sees me instead, She wails, Master! Master! I am Yours, You see! Take me with You to Your Fiery Sea! I stand there innate and laughing and grinning, Spreading my wings and say, Those are mine, the one's that keep sinning Her body writed and twisted she keeps screeching, The priest at loss, begins beseeching The war was lost but the battle was won, her soul from her body went missing, My demons and the girl, groping and kissing Into my arms the little girl ran, I am Satan and I am making my stand, God, my Nemesis,You may have won the heavens in the beginning Golden trumpets blowing and the angels singing But I alone hold this world in my Cage You will still have to meet my rage!