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Evil poetry from cDc
666 The Dead Zone 214-522-5321 300/1200/2400 666
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EVIL POETRY Volume I
by The Raver
>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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A Collection of Evil Poems by The Raver
Volume I
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This file I dedicate to my state of mind, no doubt out of control.
These six files of despair were written on 3/9/88 in the dark of night. I hope
that your life has been more rewarding than mine...
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Contents:
Introduction Lust for Death
Wails in the Night The Dark
Radiation Death The Whispering Wind
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Stroke the keys as the text glides by;
Feel thine thoughts by and by.
Evil tales of Riders and Mares;
Syllabus of death and despair.
If thou havest a weakened heart;
Then abort now for you may have a start.
These tales are wrought with sadness;
Lands of Death and Realms of Madness.
Read on if thou art a brave soul;
Masters of death will take hold;
Clawing hands grasp at your throat;
See the blood well, fills the moat.
LUST FOR DEATH (3/9/88)
Hangin' out in Hell is what I like to do;
Dead people scream and cry as you will too.
Mephistopheles sits on his iron throne;
Laughing at all as they whimper and moan.
You know that you will soon arrive;
As death comes to all no matter how hard they strive.
Burning, enveloped in blazing flames;
Death manifests itself and kills and maimes.
As the lust for rest stalks amidst the corridors of your mind;
Know you that only endless torment is destined for your kind.
Assaulted by hordes of foul, winged beasts;
As you clutch your rotting meats.
Scream and wail as you may;
Death is not yours today.
Nay, only endless torment and pain;
Will you gain in your sojourn in Hell.
WAILS IN THE NIGHT (3/9/88)
As you sit home and weep and moan;
You feel that you are not alone.
An evil presence has manifested itself;
And preys on your good health.
Sucking the very spirit from your soul;
The presence invades your brain like a mole.
Foul thoughts embrace your mind;
As death incarnate destroys your sight and makes you blind.
Clumsily you meander through the darkened halls;
Screaming intensely as you stumble and fall.
Feel the presence gnawing on your soul;
As evil thoughts take control.
Fall and fall again as you will;
Never again can you sit still.
Death has found a new toy;
Ancient dreams come to mind as you were a boy.
As you have once been told;
Visions of horror unfold.
And death forces you to enjoy;
Your new life as a toy.
Wails in the night;
Screams of fright.
No longer can you see;
As death wills it to be.
Open the window and smell the salt air;
Climb out on the ledge and await the blackened mare.
Rider of Death, Reaper of Life;
At last, an end to your strife.
As the pale sounds of horror fade away;
The Grim Reaper takes you with him, for you must pay.
Your life is at its end, my friend;
Ever more shall you pay for your gluttonous sin.
THE DARK (3/9/88)
The dark is where I dwell;
My home away from a living Hell.
Evil thoughts cloud my mind;
As the darkness overwhelms Mankind.
A simple step through the door;
Onto the soft, spongy floor.
Darkness covers my entire mass;
Soft flesh and sparkling glass.
Journeying through streets on the run;
Counting the shadows, one by one.
Healthy thoughts, what a pity.
Such infests this Goddamned city.
Life is not forever, such as people fail to understand;
When the end comes they will always flee this land.
Stranger things shall come to pass, as I don my mask;
Feel the chilled winds as I glare and tip my flask.
The night is young but I am not;
Lustful thoughts of decay and rot.
Soon I shall pass away;
To come back another day.
RADIATION DEATH (3/9/88)
Standing outdoors, thinking peaceful thoughts;
Looking out over the city, the steel is wrought.
Lovely day, pretty day, sun shining bright;
No idea that the world shall be plunged into night.
Through the clouds passes a great steel bird;
Flight on atomic engines, hush, don't say a word.
Such a powerful sight, then comes the impact;
Increadibly bright, death is certain, this is a fact.
Flames leap high, winds whirl throughout;
Feel the burning pain, no time to pout.
The end of the world has come to pass;
Destroying all, the bloody mass.
Strands of mucous drip from your face;
The horrors your body endures, the ultimate disgrace.
Feel the seething pain from wounds galore;
Blood wells forth in the company of endless gore.
The bright sun has retreated into timeless space;
Darkness overwhelms, no doubt the end of the human race.
Look up at the ashen sky with dull, red sockets;
All the cause of the horde of endless rockets.
Light of the blazing fires fills the darkened sky;
Molten slag all the remains of the city. Why?
As you attempt to stumble painfully away;
You feel that you shall not outlive this day.
The Lords of Darkness have passed their decree;
The end of life and the home of the free.
Maggots infest your lifeless husk;
As you lay at the outset of the ashen dusk.
Centuries of advancement, our only cause;
Ended bitterly in minutes, no more hurrahs.
The world rotates about the blazing sun;
A lifeless ball of stone and clay, well done.
THE WHISPERING WIND (3/9/88)
Whispering thoughts of ages untold;
Think of what it tells as the aeons unfold.
What knows the lost tales of ages past;
The whispering winds of Than'grast.
Than'grast, ancient kingdom of shadow;
Ruled by the evil master, Ili'grado.
Life of shackles, endless reign;
Ruled by deceit, horrid pain.
When darkness stalks the avenues of deceit,
Who else could thou'est meet?
Devils and demons of horror galore;
Flee the evil lands, for you can take no more.
They stalk the alleyways, seeking fresh meat;
Run, run, for surely with their gaping maws will they greet.
Stalking the twisted ruins, feeding upon mortal men;
Stand up and flee, for surely they detect your sin.
Think of the endless tales the whispering winds do tell;
Of the rivers of blood that rise and swell.
Madness inflicted by the whispering winds of lore;
Will you think as you ever have before?
Scream and cry as the winds caress your feeble mind;
The ultimate punishment for a wicked mankind.
The old winds told me so;
And that is how I come to know.
Thus concludes Volume I of Evil Poetry,
more to come sooner than you might wish
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Dedicated to: Death, decay, our lifeless society, the end which shall come
to pass, Elisha, Dr. I/O, Mortis Primus for inspiring this file with Death
Poetry (I and II), and Satan, God, whomever. Also dedicated to Metallica.
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©1988 cDc communications by The Raver 3/9/88-48
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