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- EVIL POETRY Volume I
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- by The Raver
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- >>> 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:
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- LUST FOR DEATH (3/9/88)
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- 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.
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- 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 maims.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- WAILS IN THE NIGHT (3/9/88)
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- As you have once been told;
- Visions of horror unfold.
- And death forces you to enjoy;
- Your new life as a toy.
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- Wails in the night;
- Screams of fright.
- No longer can you see;
- As death wills it to be.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- THE DARK (3/9/88)
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- The dark is where I dwell;
- My home away from a living Hell.
- Evil thoughts cloud my mind;
- As the darkness overwhelms Mankind.
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- A simple step through the door;
- Onto the soft, spongy floor.
- Darkness covers my entire mass;
- Soft flesh and sparkling glass.
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- Journeying through streets on the run;
- Counting the shadows, one by one.
- Healthy thoughts, what a pity.
- Such infests this Goddamned city.
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- 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.
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- The night is young but I am not;
- Lustful thoughts of decay and rot.
- Soon I shall pass away;
- To come back another day.
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- RADIATION DEATH (3/9/88)
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- 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.
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- 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;
- Incredibly bright, death is certain, this is a fact.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- THE WHISPERING WIND (3/9/88)
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- 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.
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- Than'grast, ancient kingdom of shadow;
- Ruled by the evil master, Ili'grado.
- Life of shackles, endless reign;
- Ruled by deceit, horrid pain.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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?
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- 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.
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- 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, The Usurper, Mortis Primus for inspiring this file with Death
- Poetry (I and II), and Satan, God, whomever. Also dedicated to Metallica.
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