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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required one moonlit night i was spawned, a fallen angel with desecrated wings... a changeling child, my eyes glistening menace... and God shuddered when he saw me, raised his arms across the heavens, and spoke: "and then...." he said... "and then, there was - bloodshed." and so it all went down... the tumult ensued, hell unleashed itself, in bleeding wounds, in chaos and mayhem.... and i stalked the land, the monger of silent suffering - a marble-skinned tormentor, swathed in tattered black robes, dripping corpse paint... and everywhere my boots trod there was madness... my own brand of insanity suffusing every action, every moaned word and hissed curse... i am chaos personified; all of this lies just inside my soul, brimming beneath the surface.... a smouldering wreck of carnage. unstoppable, eternal, beneath the impassive stars - nothing can hold me down, no bars can cage my malice - but in dark days, when the fires of my anger are dampened, then do i return home, to the cold northern forests; they are my only solace, my only mercy and in them i find my sole source of succor... my embers of despair are nurtured beneath spreading black boughs, and re-forged as contentment...a bitter pill to swallow, but quiet, so blessedly quiet, like the interior of a burned out church... and for a few brief months, the cycle of torture grinds to a coagulated halt... [a tribute-ish poem about norwegian black metal]
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