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POEM Glory Of The Worlds Is Over gLORY OF THE WORLDS IS OVER dARKNESS WILL TAKEOVER AND PROSSICUTE ALL OF US. hELLIANS FLY FROM THE DARK ABOVE.hE SINGS HIS DEATHLY SONGS OF HATE NOT FEARING ANYONE, ANYTHING IN HIS PATH. tHINKING HE SHOULD BLAZE OUT THE UNDERWORLD SO EVERYONE CAN EXPERIENCE HIS POWER OF GLORY. tHE STENCH OF EVIL OVERCOMES THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. dAMMED CHILDREN WALK THE STREETS LIKE ZOMBIES FRIGHTEND BY THE LIGHT, FRIGHTEND BY WHAT THEY USE TO KNOW, USE TO HAVE, DONT THINK THE WILL GO BACK TO THE LIGHT. nO NO EVIL SHAL COME APON THERE KINGDOM BUT OURS WILL SOAR INTO EVIL LEAVING EVERYTHING WE KNEW BEHIND US. wHAT WE KNOW NOW IS PITCH. nOT EVIL ENUF YET THOUGH, EVIL IS YET TO COME YOUNG SIRS. yET TO GRACE THIS PLANET WITH HIS HOLY PRESENCE. iTS DEMONOLOGY IN ITSELF. aLL HIS FOLLOWERS WILL BE CRUCIFIED BUT NO, NOT IN THE WAY OF THE LORD BUT HOW THEY GO ABOUT IT IS THERE OWN PURENESS. iNSANE THEY SAY, ALL MIGHTY DARK POWER,EVIL WILL PROVAIL, COME TO HIS SURVANCE AND KILL THEM, FOR THEY HAVE NOT BEEN FATHFULL TO HIS THRONE,THEY WILL NOT BE A PART OF THIS GOODNESS. tHEY DECIDED TO RING, RING THE BELL OF UNHOLYNESS AND WERE THEY EVER WRONG, WRONG AS A BROTHER EATING FROM A POOR CALFS LEG, WRONG AS THE FATHER HIMSELF. hE SHAL RULE ALL NITHER GOOD NOR BAD SHAL EGSIST. aLL WILL BECOME EXTINCT BUT HIS SONS THE TRUE SONS WHO BELEVED THIS THE WHOLE TIME. bLOODYNESS WILL COQUER ALL. bLACKNESS WILL RULE ALL BUT NO BAD SHAL LIVE NOR NO EVIL ALL WILL BOW FOR HIM.ALL SHAL PROVALE HIM AS OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR. eVERYTHING WILL STRIVE FOR HIM ALL MADNESS WILL STRIVE ALL MADNESS WILL BREAK. tHE WIND'S ARE NOT STRONG, STRONG ENUF TO FOOL US ALL, FOOL US ALL INTO HIS TRAP. tHE TRAP WED ALL REALLY LIKE TO GO. aWAY, AWAY FROM FROM THE CROSSES CROSSES OF THE GATEZ OF PURE EVIL. tHE SEEDS OF UNHAPPYNESS WILL CONTINUE THE SEARCH OF LONLYNESS IN WITCH THEY WILL NEVER FIND UNLESS DARKNESS SUCKS BACK IT LOWLY HANDS. fANS OF SOALS COME TO THE CERIMONIE, COME TO REWARD HIM OF HIS GLORY. bUT NOBODY WILL STRIVE HIM OF HIMSELF.hES SELFISH BUT WANTS US THERE TO HELP HIM INTO HELL ALL HELL SHAL BREAK. THE HEAVENS WILL CRASH INTO SEAS OF FINE FIRE. LOVED, LOVED BY THE GODESS OF NOTHING, HER WINGS SPREAD READY TO WATCH IT ALL. ALL THE EVIL, ALL THE DARK ALL THE ACTION OF HIS POWER AT WORK KILLING THE WHOLE OF EVERYTHING IN SUCH A WAY THAT ALL BOW DOWN, BOW DOWN IN DOUBT OF HIS SELFISHNESS, IN DOUBT OF HIS SELFISHNESS, IN DOUBT OF HIS UGLYNESS. ALL SHAL GROW, ROTTING CORPSES OVER HIM TELLING US WHAT WHAT WE WILL BE. WHAT IS TO BE WILL DEPEND ON WHAT WE DO. WHAT STRIKES FIRST WILL DEPEND ON HIM AND ONLY HIM. YHE OTHERS WILL BE DESTIND TO BURN WITH LOVE, CROSSES AND WATER. ALL WILL BURN, IN DOUBT OF THE STORM. WHEN HE HITS IT WILL BE GREAT, GREATER THAIN THE BOOM ITSELF, GREATER THAIN US IN DEEP OF WHATS HAPPINING. DONT DOUBT THE POWER FOR U WILL PAY IN THE END BUT THOES WHAT SHALNOT BOW AND CHEERISH WILL PARRISH MORESO. ALL WILL DISINAGRATE INTO NOTHING LIKE THE BLACK QUE. BLACK RIMS OF SELF WILL SOAR OVER US AND WE WILL ALL PERRISH. mAnDy 20O0.................................................... . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . Children cry with tears of rage they come from the flames like flys in the night, a little doll sitting on the road like a dead rat carcus in the sun burning, stinking like the flames of hell. Black overcomes all but point where he will rise, rise like the dead on a full moon, like the steam on an overflowing kettle. All will bow down in spite of the agony he has put apon us, in spite of the pain we will all condone. Fear is not an option, only he may tell all, only only he may decide on all. Demons with spread wings will fly apon us, wanting, wishing him back.Back to the smokey firey hell he came from. no, hell will not break loose, but he will . . . . . . mAnDy 2000.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. . .A.D.I.D.A.S. Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreamin' of something that I can never be It doesn't bother to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that i see in all of my fantasies I don't know your fucking name! So what, let's... Screwing may be the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up realities, so I turn and stroke it harder, 'cause its so fun to see my face staring back at me. I don't know your fucking name. So what, let's fuck. All Day I Dream About Sex All Day I Dream About fuckin' I don't know your fucking name. So what, let's fuck. All Day I Dream About Sex All Day I Dream About fuckin' (4x) Someone................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Children cry with tears of rage they come from the flames like flys in the night, a little doll sitting on the road like a dead rat carcus in the sun burning, stinking like the flames of hell. Black overcomes all but point where he will rise, rise like the dead on a full moon, like the steam on an overflowing kettle. All will bow down in spite of the agony he has put apon us, in spite of the pain we will all condone. Fear is not an option, only he may tell all, only only he may decide on all. Demons with spread wings will fly apon us, wanting, wishing him back.Back to the smokey firey hell he came from. no, hell will not break loose, but he will . . . . . . mAnDy 2000.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. . .A.D.I.D.A.S. Honestly, somehow it always seems that I'm dreamin' of something that I can never be It doesn't bother to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp that i see in all of my fantasies I don't know your fucking name! So what, let's... Screwing may be the only way that I can truly be free from my fucked up realities, so I turn and stroke it harder, 'cause its so fun to see my face staring back at me. I don't know your fucking name. So what, let's fuck. All Day I Dream About Sex All Day I Dream About fuckin' I don't know your fucking name. So what, let's fuck. All Day I Dream About Sex All Day I Dream About fuckin' (4x) Someone................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .