DARK THOUGHTS

Belita Adair

Is Death All That Different?

Today,to ponder on thoughts that beckon me to graves,the spectral ones that reach to me,that speak through me,my dark Satanic spirit,diving into the darkness of Hell...this world and the nonsense of it all,have I learned more of the meaning of life?I would hope so,as my pain and misery has taught me thus, has my hate become as a flame that will consume all in it's path?yes,indeed the fury will consume all it touches..is death all that different then life?to me...now...no...just the difference in a heart beating or going silent...the stench of the living will remain the same,an ignorant end to an ignorant beginning,a circle that never ends,a chain,a trap,and we call that a lifetime.

In Darkness---

A kind of love so shrouded in dark decay,embraces me,and you,why my friend should we travel the path of evil alone,I am there,beside you,in the embers,I call to you,and when all I am is dust,I will enter you..when all that is left,is nothing,I will be...nothing,and I will be there where all is emptiness,I am the Demon,that knows you when there is nothing left to know,I am life when all is covered in dust and crypts,and time,when there is no more time left..for darkness is infinite.

Fuck

I am facing a time now,where I am truely fucked up,screwed up,messed up by the filth and xtian falseness that prevails in today's social and political climate,I feel that if they could get a chance,anyone thinking for themselves would be put to death!...shit,I face it now every day...the only way to keep any kind of freedom is to keep speaking out,keep underground thought and music alive..without it...we will have no expression,no creative force...each day,I fight to keep Satan and darkness strong,but it might kill me.society hates individual thought and I stand for that.. that is it,if you really uphold something,you must be willing to die for it if it comes to that extreme.HAIL SATAN!

Echos From The Dark Abyss

In Darkness

...a forbidden kiss

drink...the blood which pours forth from my wounds of inverted crucifixion

Embrace me in your Fire as I hunger for your flame

For night is the cloak of the wicked

On the Altar of my suffering place the wine of Demonic revelry

that I may drown in it's ocean

Take my hand,and show me the way to Hell

Deliver me from this world and the false rotten rightousness of the ways I so detest

And...swallow me deep within you

That I may be...at rest.

The Summoning

From Satanic tombs,rise oh Ancient Ones,

I am one with your abyss.

Conjure from the essence of death,

speaking the words of Darkness.

Worlds nor will,can tear me apart,my spirit is of the Demons Lair.

Rise,from your deathly sleep....and claim victory!

Blue And Rotting

I touch....you...you are mingled with the dirt as am I

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strangled by fucking ignorance am I....yet still as I rot away p>

The fury of my essence..would reach ...

from the den of a tormented spirit

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and there will be but...one grave.

And in the murk a decrepted sight....we are blue and rotten

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