Naraka

The golden city on the west sun
Under secrecy from the angels’ knowledge
A disease
A disaster
Forecasted by the Al-Mighty
But isn’t this a divine script written by Himself?

A soul asylum
Leave no heaven’s trail
For the sinner
The city of the damned
Where the fire was born
And evil was resurrected
A plague that spread through fleshes
Contaminate the east sun
The northern star
And southern moon
Leave the middle part
Deserted
This middle part
Belongs to Vateranine
A place where forces of neither evil nor kind become impartial

As the flame burning the world
The Vateranines left unaffected
As they are seraphim of emptiness
With tongue that cannot taste
A skin without nerves
A heart of steel
And godly powers
That equal to half of Asmodai
For each Vateranine

He governs the white fire to the southern moon
He sends army of black fire to the east sun
He delivers rain of diseases to the northern star
And all succumb
Creating a colossal empire of flame
Called Naraka

The Vateranines
Watching from the edge of the wall
The Age of Chaos
With no attempt to interfere
The darkness

10.04.08

The Stranger

He walks into the slaughter mansion
Carrying nothing but his unfiltered cigarettes
Coughing blood
Wet the floor
And no one notice how’s the pain
Grab his neck
Dry his trachea
Emancipate his saliva
Condense his brain

Slowly he crawl out
And no one notice
As suffer is a must
In this Tavern of Sodom

Craving for help
With his blood-choked throat
He cries “Help! Help!”
And no one listen
As suffer is a must
Every breath comes from the beasts
In this Tavern of Sodom

Beneath the chaotic scene
There are sad eyes watching
This stranger strangled by his pain
But never once a helping hand arrives
As the sad eyes knows there is no Death here
“No men is made to help others but himself”
This stranger must understand that
Once he steps in the Tavern of Sodom
A chapel of ghoul
Made for Asmodai the Great

09.04.08

Praise the Lord

He rides the hundred Pegasus
Pegasus with black tail of fire
Descendent from the hell abyss
To ruin the eye of the beholder

His eyes are made to see the truth
His arms are made to form stars
That glistening above the existing sun
And his strength is made to crucify the prophet of human flesh
Left not even a soul
As he sees the dead as clear as Izrael

O my Mighty Asmodai
Bring us the secrecy of life
Holiness of soul

I sacrifice thee my verses of lust
Converse these words to blood
And sweat
I sacrifice the virgin’s skins
To be tasted and licked
As a merely gift
That lies under thee divine feet
We are nothing but a servant
To my Highness
Mighty Asmodai

08.04.08

Tavern of Sodom

The horrible wailing from the west sun
Where the infamous bestial kingdom rest
Covered by gold and diamond
And marble from deepest cave
But these beauties
Wonderful ever living Eden
Defiled by the filth
Devoured by the dirt
Governed by Asmodai
And his ministry of hell

Tavern of Sodom rule the leisure
Where pretty girl eats pretty horse
And pretty boy gobbles the cow’s tits
Derive a sonnet of forbidden love

These eyesore acts are praised
As a gift to the mighty Asmodai
The emperor
Of the richest kingdom of the west

Gory art on the tainted wall
Asphalt floor full of semen
And blood fills the pore
Laughter of madness soar

Tattered skin and stretching limb
Smashed organs and bitten flesh
Bone and skull covered by still-warm blood
Smearing the surrounding
Like a massive slaughter mansion

Sanity
Humanity
Has disappear long
But how does it disappear?
And when does it disappear?

O Merciful God,
Send them a prophet of human flesh
Of Gabriel’s voice
Of Satanae’s wits
To bring shining pride of its gold
Pure white innocence of its lozenges
And true belief of the human.


07.04.08

Eyes

Dozen eyes that glare
Faceless and empty
Like a gelatinous cirrus upon my face
I can’t see you Reality

These sights are cold
Darted on both knees
Thaw the veins and bones
Again I can’t see you Reality

My bonded soul is deciphered
Fleshes free, atmospherically numb
As this docudrama turns to lacuna
Reality grasps back me
From my departed loved ones
She set me free

Burn as a Mephistopheles
Coffined as a pharaoh
A cursed child
Damned for every breath
Conscience-stricken
The path is irrevocable
Dark nebular christens me
The path is irrevocable
The heaven never being in sight

Dozen eyes that scares me
Merge as two eyes
That I see in the mirror
And it’s alone in here
The beast that strangle me
Garroted within
And the dozen eyes keep staring

Buraq

There never be a song that’s beautiful
And there never be a beauty
For the fool
There never be a happiness
Or sadness
In this piece of blood called
“Heart”

There never be a Hasidim that roam and pray
And there never be Gabriel
Deliver the divine phrases
There never be a God or Judgement Day
In the pieces of doom called
“Human”

Buraq flies
Buraq falls
So do we die
As the God falls

Lovelorn for Gaia

Coughing dust
Could not walk under the open sun
The crescent red moon
The sign of the doom
Cry over world as a serenade

Orion lost His stars
In the frozen stony cloud
Lovelorn for Gaia
She shall wait
For this parasite withering day

The earth surface refuses to lie
The crying skies shed hell’s bullets
The wind won’t embrace thee soft anymore
And God choose to remain silent
Watching us die

Bedeviled angel was sent
Sweet aria that lingers thee miseries
Beautiful Qiyama’s requiem
Bring Gaia back to sanity

She screams
In such a haunting crescendo
The venomous population penetrates her skin
Like billion cursed needles
Under a frozen time
Archangel congregates
Redress her new black revenge satin
A remedy to her scarred pale skin

She opens up the cemetery gates
Release devilish man-o-wars in googolplex
Her graceful art bewildered and bewitched
Under the black revenge satin
She claims our population future with no mercy

White Flame

Swirling in the mandala
Possess infinite souls in discharge of million gondolas
My black horses carry thy ridiculous concrete wishes
With thy name and thy withered blood mark
He will send you a white flame from the hell

Riding a Pegasus
With diabolical angel and disastrous wind
You can send your winged prayers to resist
Maniacal counter back of archangel
From the bowel of his larynx

As I struggle up from the earthly Tartarus
To thy so-called heavenly earth
I watch dark angel sings thee a serenade
Burn the deacon to ashes
Questioning each flung corpse
Crucify the beast and Venus
The God’s tears had losing the momentum
To grant thee a forgiveness
The salvation left is thy nemesis

A scar and streak
Upon each soul that sealed under every stride
I blaze their flesh and gaze at their fear
For the prophet sake and doom

Dark Seraphim

I. The Falling Star

Is this tear or white blood that running from my eyes?
This heart melting in the shrinking grave
I slaughter the celestial serpent
Those taste these fleshes of the tortured corpse

Winged seraphim choose immortality
A hunger for bittersweet and pain
Winged seraphim choose the damned reality
And learn how love kisses the pain

He sacrifice His wings
A destruction of heaven
And the naïve devils laugh
At the silent God above

From biblical corpus to diabolical ars
I find the filthiest name to embrace my title
From flesh and bone to each drop of blood
I carve the dark seraphim’s curse
And the grimoire of the damned

Temptation is a ghost for real
Naked heart mankind in satanic mannequins
The darkness is the guiding star, the guiding path
To our wonderful black Lotus feet

II. Rejuvenation of the Belialical Realm

The maniacal voices of the sickening earth
Whisper my name
Asking me to enter her hidden labyrinth
Shape-shift
Human-tyrannical
The rotting of the celestial skin
I’m roaming in hunger for bliss

The faces of truth is Belialical Scheme
The God that portrayed is the Baal of Lilin
Allah’s manifestation in deviatory regime
Purity is being sodomized by the deities full of greed

I name thee a prophet to embrace thee a kindness
But Lilith lovelorn had breed evil in sadness
Even Messiah had thickening his divine graveyard wall
From the temptation that hissing in acidic rainfall

Twisting, turning in the mud and the rot
Maggotropolis over clouding Mecca and Vatican
Midianites rise from their aching hibernation
Flung over here in the storm of angel’s lullabies

III. The Covenant

From the bowel of my nemesis
To the throne of thy sacred deities
I smear the faeces of dirt bliss
On the face of the promiscuous beasts

The beasts that name their father Adam
Never resembles their graceful Eve
A demon; a scapegoat
And God ignore
My crystal tears turn to bloody grieve

A sacred corpus that keep Thy words
A tale of whore and blasphemous realm
The masquerade carnival of masking truth that loathed
That never last till the Tiamat born at the Qiyama’s requiem

Bliss

What is the true bliss?
Heaven?
People try to do good things just because they put Heaven as their target
Religious people are like that at most
What is so great about being in Heaven anyways?
"True Bliss awaits us there"

I wonder what will happen if there is no Heaven at all
And that knowledge are pounded deep into human's thought
"There is no Heaven after Death"
"I'll gain nothing even if I do good thing"
"I'll be in Hell no matter what I do"
"So what should I do now?"
"I'm scared of death"

What the fuck.
Let the Heaven dies
I don't care
I am what I am
Live according to my desire
True Bliss to me is what I've had in this world
True Bliss to me is the woman that I love
I cherish every moment that I have now
Making other people around me happy
Happy from their perspective
I don't have to be cruel to other just because there will be no Heaven for me after Death.
I don't care
I will keep on going
Fuck you God.