Demonicrebellion's blog: "the poem"

How does one kill off the pain and supersede depression. Finally coming to grips that the dirt is the final destination. I've come to terms and have the final solution. Rid ourselves of these tyrants that are known as clergy. We shall secularize and thus doing so reach secularity. If one wishes not to be secular then follow like sheep. For when they finally perform a massacre greater than Jones town I shall not weep. You all can sit there staring at your symbols being moon'stricken. When they die and go nowhere who'll be laughing thene? See what I'm trying to say is avoid these mostres cre'. Practice your belief at your home you don't need they're hypocrisy.

Can you see me standing here, Flaunting an arrogant attitude. People staring at me truly filled, With an in ability to not be rude. Throwing an evil look at all them, Who would choose to be my enemy. I have a sudden urge to splurge, In a blood lust with all those filled with stupidity. The full force of my insanity shall, Be felt when I inflict it upon thee. Killing your face several times, Showing a tremendous amount of glee. So before you question these things, Do yourself a favor and leave me be. Or all of my hate that I generate, Will be directed to thee.

If we all had to walk the walk Would we have the guts to talk the talk Is there anything worse than being silent Or is there something worse that would be violent Can you walk up to the political scum... That have their mandibles lached tightly on our sacrum? They are canables because they eat our will Our will to be free and have the full benefits of the country’s will That will of course the constitution which now takes freedom instead of keeping it with the many are we all dumb? Do you walk with them or talk with us Will they just arrest me and take me away on the bus That they use to house freedom writers and im not talking about the movie Do you want to be free or just sit back and be a baby I want to speak no I have to speak. Not only for you and I but for the weak Who won’t walk the walk and won’t be free and won’t speak Can you be real enough to take back what has been taken I only beg that this nation stops dreaming and gets awaken Sincerlly the one who will be killed for this

I'm making a dissention from a former style. My mind is making such an evolution. No longer is there a secularism of my style. Though my mind may be extensively filled with malicious intention. I have no inclination to be as dishearteningly foul. There is now a reason for my heart to feel a slight dislodging. From a place where it hid from my malevolent soul. Even though I have not the need for isolation of thy heart and mind. No longer am I feeling a sense of denegation. That I tended to discover with this other "kind". By that I mean those of a different estimation. Perhaps it's been too long since I've been fortuitous. This feeling of malcontent for love is slowly fading. Is this truely how I feel or am I being fictitious. Though it's all being left unannounced this needs ending. Although not stated my feelings are unannihilable. This conclusion though not inextenso still will remain ineffable. So fairwell for now our next decent into my thoughts, may be more pleasurable.

Does this insatiable lust truely quench my thirst Will it fill me so that i'll fly into the atmosphere and burst Like a radiant sun burning and yurning for something to touch Or will it only lead to someone kicking out the crutch Do we all have the same thirst for power and desire Will this desire only lead to our souls being thrown in the fire Time keeps going endless it seems The sun burns flesh with its uv beams Yet all the streams are only minuscule To that of the mainstream rule To my end, to your end i drink And while i tip thy glass i think Will i burn in the flames of hell Or the flames of the sun who can truely tell

This overwhelming sensation is causing much aggravation. My brain is slowly corroding, and my thoughts are going through destruction. This is the final attempt to get them down, before they get annihilated. My love and hate once was segregated, now are being desegregated. Why does everyone think I'm kidding when I'm being sedate. Everyone seems to misinterpret this as me simply trying to execrate. It's really not my fault I'm pestilential in my secular ways. My secularism is currently blocking out the sun's rays. People are mad because my evil words are causing secularization. From doing so I have gotten rid of mine and caused someone else's aggravation. So I guess my words could be described as a thunderclap. That are constantly causing some form of a mishap. I guess you could associate my secularism with my misanthropic position. For man created religion that's why I'll never make an invocation. Still it all contributes to my mental frustration. Still my beliefs are permanent for I've done an instillation.

There is this feeling of deep consideration. Will there be more to this undying admiration Can there be an end to this yearning, only the warm sensation. That is to be felt betwixt her thighs, yet still would I yearn to see these eyes. To which is just another problem when there is a lack of material just imagination. Would anyone be able to steal my heart from your cold clutch which I still can't despise. No I don't Think there will be an end, My mind still my mind has such desperation. Which brings me back to the beginning yet still not winning. For others hinder thy gaming, which will lead to dueling. After the blood is shed I'll lust for her ruling. A deep sense of arrogant triumph I feel when the thought comes strolling. Toward the front of thy mind, yet what do I find. That all is false and it is all a mere dream she'd find to be somewhat unkind. So we'll leave it here, so more spite does not surface. We'll have no need for pills to begin to suppress it from the very face of my mind. For surely there will be a bad taste after my name comes out the orifice. That unusual sensation would send deeper regret for me to find. Last terrible thing to grasp in my mind. So let this from hence forth come to a close. For it seems we've found the end of it all. Most certainly let the curtain fall.