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------ Admit Nothing, Deny Everything And Make Counter-Accusations ------
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¤ Judas Iscariot - The First Vampire ¤
Hail the first deciving zealot of the Twelve.
Blood from His blood,
Flesh from His flesh.
Keeper of the money box,
Bearer of the 30 silver coins.
Betrayer to the deciving messiah.
Judas hung for his crime,
And then was denied his own death.
From the tree he saw his last dawn,
And awoke to endure eternitys dusk.
Forced to keep in the shadows,
And drink only the blood,
From each of the mortal children.
And still to this day he does not believe,
That jesus was the true savour.
Hail Judas Iscariot,
You are not punished.
You are free.
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¤ Bondage & Love Art ¤
¤ Hard Love ¤
The words bind my wrists together.
I parade my shackles for his pleasure.
The rope cuts deep within red skin.
I bleed out,
He roars within.
The game is sixty : forty now,
He’s looking me over and raising his brow.
Down on my knee’s while the wait makes me ache.
The whip runs up my back,
I arch and I shake.
He smiles with a grin and a flash of his teeth,
He know's I cant wait to be underneath.
To feel, To be cut, To punished with pain,
My reward is pleasure,
I love this fucking game.
My hair pulled back,
A hand brushes my face,
I’m told what do,
I accept and embrace.
When I want to give in,
I’m forced not to stop.
From him ive learned,
Your not allowed to give up.
And spank me he does for looking away,
I’m trained not to speak and I dare not say.
I do not question what he gives and takes,
I am the object. Only his pleasure’s at stake.
I love the submission,
He loves making me behave.
Thats why he is the master,
And I am the slave.
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The Impending Annihilation
There is a death of light,
Then patience hangs limply,
Cable cutting into its neck.
Its an irony being hung by hope.
Now anger arrives and tears itself through organs.
Ripping the victim apart without mercy.
Without breathing.
Without Blinking.
Unconsciously, without a care.
Almost as if deserved.
Sorrow wanders in after the evaporation of fearless fury
It weaves itself around the assault with regret,
Raining upon the dry deserts of exposed emotions,
Apologising in tiny whims of sound,
Barely audible over the suffering present.
But apologises fall on deaf ears,
Now the act of self destruction has been executed.
There is no way for you to change what just happened,
And that is why you hang limply by yourself.
Swinging on a rope just as you did as a child.
Only this time with less push.
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