God

Dance of the Swine

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Poetry

On the dawn of the coming age of the maser race
the furor's children prepare for the cleansing of the swine
while the leaders of men wine and dine and slaughter the swine
for the glory of the empire to come

To make way for the new world
the old ways must at last be washed away
for the children to praise and raise and sweep the Jew away
in the name of the Aryan God

Who calls upon men to rise above the weak
to crush their faces under their boot's heavy weight
while the shadows wait and fate falls down with weight
to turn their bones into dust

Inside the ovens offspring of the filth cry no more
for the empire's burnt away the memory of the curse
while the starving thirst and first suffer the curse
of their own doing

Lest the glory of the white man never shine
upon the face of the mother earth again
nor open the heart and come in and be without sin again
for the glory of the master race.

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Soul Sleep

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Poetry

Under the moon, spirits stand
hand in hand,
waiting for the coming of the
age of the awakening;
come again come again,
come down and save us
before this vortex pulls us in

The opening of Christ's third eye
burns the dying sky,
consumes the children of the
dawn of the indigo,
resurrection day resurrection day
awaken the sleeping souls
before the earth passes away

Under the stars, spirits stand
hand in hand,
bowing down to the son of the
god of the void;
rotting men rotting men
follow your Lord into winter land
before the hand pulls you in

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love writing when I'm one step away from falling asleep..

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Asking

 

Trying to make peace, where peace isn’t available.
Behind wet tears, everything’s intangible.
 
Unable to have a clear thought.
Unable to see what’s being sought.
 
I keep trying to hold on to faith
But been broken, faith is now my disgrace.
 
I keep searching for some relief,
They keep saying, hold on to your belief.
 
What do I believe?
In something that gives no relief.
 
I keep asking, and asking and asking,
But maybe he has a hard time multitasking.
 
Cause I’m still here, losing my mind.
Asking for the answers to the prayers that I’ve assigned.
 
They keep saying “all in his time”
Before to long, I wont be able to make this climb.
 
I know he’s there. I’ve seen his work.
All I ask is for a miracle invert.
 
Of my life.
And my pain and strife.
 
I know I’m having a detrimental influential dejection party,
But maybe he’ll send the celestial hierarchy.
 
A band of angels, to help me through
Something to help me feel renewed.
 
If not, maybe I’ll just give in…
To this quote, unquote, deadly sin.
 
All I ask is for a little mercy…
Maybe it’s not him, Maybe I’m just not worthy.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I’ve never, in my 25 years of life, written a poem. I wrote this because I couldn’t find a poem or song that displayed how I feel. If you feel the need to critique my poem, by all means, do so. But just know that I’m not a writer. I just wanted to post my poem where I could keep it available for myself. 

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Today

Folder: 
Faith

Today I will ensure I fight
and try with all my might
in order that Jehovah sees
all that I have come to be
to show Satan I do love
my creator from above
to finally answer the challenge made
by Satan and to help it fade
into nothing that makes sense
to anyone still on the fence
for all those lacking in holy spirit
will finally be able to see it
the truth that I have shown
in all the ways I have grown
due to the word that I find true
cause I've realized it is the glue
that holds me oh so tight
to the life that finally feels so right.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I used the name Jehovah in lieu of God, as it is his personal name as pointed out in Psalm 83:18:  You, whose name is Jehovah, you alone are the Most High over all the Earth.

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The Mask Made of Glass Vol. 3 'Psyco- Confessions Exerpt'

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Literary Passages

 

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'The Mask Made of Glass'

(An Angel made of porcelain)
(Exclusive)

 

Volume: Three


“I can touch the stars, camp on Mars
shoot across the Milky way, and all within the same day
for I am a dream, where hope becomes everything
Free to traverse the endless skies
high above all the petty bickering and the lies.
We now have become the monsters,
all hiding behind masks of thick skin
left to our own devices, a morbid darkness
and we shall commit every thinkable sin.”

 

                 Am I awake, within a dream? Could I possibly be asleep within reality. Just a simple perception of what is truth. What if death were just a word, mortal and flawed like we perceive ourselves to be? God, not the creator but rather the perfected.
Our souls, consciousness, our ascended level of reasoning. Chemical transmissions, molecules all acting in harmony against the chaotic storm of nature. Nothing becomes impossible when we all carry within ourselves the potential for greatness. A power and sense of self not given by an outside influence, but rather found by inner tranquility. Buried within us all lies the gift and the ability to transcend pettiness, push past the old dogmas and mature rationality, to move one step closer in their own personal quest for enlightenment.
To be godly, the realization that energy needs no mass or form of matter, but a simple spark of consciousness, a simple little thought. Right and wrong, good and evil, creations of man. Emotions given a reason to label polar opposites, polar attractions. I can see subtle patterns laid out before my eyes, the complex codes impossible to break, yet like a twisted puzzle I see fragments but no revelation to it's meaning.

“The mark of a brave man is one
who accepts and embraces his death,
now or a year from now.
Who still has the courage to look death
head on and smile.” 

 


                 There was once a time when I obsessed over death, the dead, and the dieing. To unlock the secrets hidden by that unknown passage. The mysteries so close, yet so far with the answers just a breath away. I would often quote many of my sonnets with 'Death is the only way out' I realized after so many years how true those words were, where the meaning of those words have changed. The value of them will always be concrete. I have been looking towards to the future with an ever keen eye on my past, for my mistakes are many that I do not plan to repeat. To learn and grow, to evolve and mature.

                  Within our minds, we posses the key to our own divinity, however like children we are held back by our own depravity, lost our way and became blind to new and different ideas and perspectives. Do we as humans on this tiny blue planet truly deserve the key's to the kingdom of heaven, when we do not even love ourselves?


“Death is the journey in which we all must take,
To live, becomes a choice that we can make”

 

             Chaotic Illusions 0:1

Shadows chase the dreams
from your mind as it only screams
gut the pig, to hear it squeal
shake the devil's hand, the dirty deal
twisted horns, play their evil tricks
the temptress shall get her kicks
and the fool becomes the jester
As the madman screams snow in summer
where honor can be had within the shadows
In a man's heart, who has been bound to the gallows
demons will run free, ravishing our planet spreading disease
suffocating our growth, polluting our potential
save the glory for something far more substantial
“And memories become thoughts frozen in time”

 

“I am no dream, but I fear you may be”

 

 

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                               Death is not the end, but truly is the only way out. Evolution and change surrounds us, every second of every day. A caterpillar transforms into a butterfly. Solids change into liquids and vis versa.
We live in a reality of change, a reality of choice and possibilities. Our bodies are chemically composed of natural elements found within the stars themselves. We shape reality, and reality is us. A body of flesh, a mind made of chemicals all controlled and organized by the transfer of energy, then there is your consciousness, call it the holy spirit or God itself.
There is energy all around us, in us, through the spaces of time our eyes cannot see, A powerful force such like gravity its not seen. However within this generation not felt, and often forgot or over looked.
Within us all we posses the inert ability to transcend, the illusion that which is our common understanding of reality to be godly, to be perfected. The mind, the body, and the spirit work in harmony.

Death offers a path much like the caterpillar who builds it's cocoon then morphs into a butterfly. It has become my belief, that we are all gods, a conscious thought and energy experiencing humanity, in all it's perfect flaws. Relative Physics of a relative experience within the life of a mortal being. Where a perception of an ever consistent linear of time solidifies the experience and allows for a more profound emotional ride. Fear, love, hate, joy would all be meaningless if there were no substantial risk of loss; the unknown, that great mystery which is death. 

 

  
“Toss the stone into the fire,
cut the tongue from the blasphemous liar
bleed your confession for the world to witness.
Starve the temptation, a mental amputation
for tasting the sins of the forbidden fruit”


“All the Roses of the past, have wilted away
and all the faces of the future start with today” 
  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have been working on this piece for a little over a month now, Hope it makes you all think a little :)

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A God I can't see

A God I can’t see



Each and everyday….

To the son, my savior, I pray.

Asking him to please

Remove my sins with ease.

And when he’s fulfilled my request

I try living my life the best.

While walking in his love

Knowing he’s watching me from up above.

Sometimes I stumble and fail

Though he won’t turn his back and bail.

He reaches out his hand

He helps my spirit to stand.

In the center of his light

Against the evils of Satan we fight.

I know one day we’ll win

Then the glory of Heaven will begin.

One day my body will die

My soul will be free to fly.

Up to the pearly gates

Where Saint Peter won’t make me wait.

He’ll open the gates real wide

And there; standing just inside.

Are those I have loved that have passed.

I’ll join them again at last.

Knowing I’ll never be alone

In death I’ve finely come home.

This is why on bended knee

I pray to a God I can’t see.

My faith in him so strong

I know it can’t be wrong.

To the father through the son

My salvation has begun.



©2005 Paul (ChryWizard) Posney

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Blind Faith

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Volume One

 
 
 

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Blind Faith”

 

 

 

If I’m going to Hell

Therese a secret I’m going to tell

It’s not a pretty white lie

It will make your faith run dry

 

I wanna die like Jesus Christ

nailed to that which is the ultimate heist

crowned by that which is the T.V age

sung upon your bloody stage

 

We can start with a clean slate

Once I pass around this collection plate

Now throw me your money as gold

through which your soul was sold

 

I wanna die like Jesus Christ

nailed to that which is the ultimate heist

crowned by the computer age

sung on your corrupted stage

 

I could be your God, if he wasn’t so flawed

I could be your prophet, I see “The Stock Market”

I could be your brother, crawl into bed with me lover

I can be your priest, A little boy’s feast.

 

I can be your saint, your angel, and your minister

or how about something a little more sinister

I can be the Antichrist

it’s a big job but a small price.

How about the devil

all I’d have to do is sink to your level

Its all so real,

The X you sign

to complete the deal

I want to believe

but I can’t go back

It’s a war I already lost

nailed to your fucking cross

 

I wanna die like Jesus Christ

Dead in Life, and still your fucking Sacrifice

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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Why, God Why

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Volume One

 

 

 

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Why, God Why”

 

I'm a marked man;

"Why god why"

I'm stuck, I'm so fucked

I'm a shame, I'm in so much pain

I'm in to deep, through my hands you will seep

Hate me! Rape me!, take me down

turn my smile into a frown

"Tell me why god, Tell me why"

As this world kills me now

yet I don't know how

"Why god why"

This world hates me so

through my veins this pain will flow

Everywhere I am shunned

what have I done

"Why god why"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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church of pleasure

take me to your church of pleasure,
where i can kneel and peel away my sins,
and walk again free,
to some sinful road of mine!

accomplice of my decadence,
i pray to your glory...
fill with your grace,
spit out from my darkness!

i hold the chain of christ,
talking to emptyness,
my heart fill with holiness,
caged in your sacred house...

i bend afront of your naked body
like a dog i am...
common mortal,
child of your...

the light passing through,
never seem to reach my soul!
instead with humility,
i hide behind the shadow of your cross!

my eyes fix upon your bleeding heart,
i feel the blood pouring through my wrist!
lying in a pool of my own,
i swim in my passing life...

time is running away,
obscurity taking hold of my sight,
the crucifix slowly disintegrating,
i confess before i expire!

your stare never moves,
your angels never fly!
can`t you see i am dying,
into your church of pleasure...

copyrightH.naudet

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the house of the Lord

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