put1 on me censure

pkoi tu veux que j´ecoute ta merde squall

le rap ya que sa de bon

( rap music darabe wahahha)

Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia
Freeing Her soul from the fetters of fate
To take the reins of pleasure
Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure
At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
Out of spite and playful eyes

Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itch
For familiar lips to lick them dry
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks
The Sun forsakes the rite to rise
And is the first to discern, that this Angel´s return
Is a vengefull call on grace
For even martyrdom backs from it´s suicide pacts
A leap of twisted fate betrayed...

The scars will last until the stars
Caught in Her train bewitched
Fall into line and yeild the sign
That Dawn in born to their eclipse

For Our In humankind
Comes an underdog day Sunrise
Rippling with fire llike femaledition

Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floor
Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this that She breathed no more?
Christ you bastard!

I wished Her back but the dead adored Her
Even wild winds sang in chora for Her
Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
We´d be together more...

spéciale dédicace a toi et a tes idéee de merde squall

NTM : "nationale est le front, internationnal est l´affront"

Creation froze with the triumph of Death
But still She stirred and awoke bereft
Of concern save for the aeons left
To lead the darkness...

She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
I dream of being God but ever living to regret it
Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for
The Devil on Her knees

To grant Her lows a remedy
And mine desire´s wish
To taste thereof of Heaven´s scent
As sick and twisted as it is
For Her corset laced with arsenic
Hides snake curves within Her midst
Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies
Her temple to what God forbids.

rap=musique d´arabe mouaahhhhhhhaa le facho qui est en toi ressort

j´aime le rap et je ne suis pas un arabe je suis un bon français............

Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning
Even if they´re madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons
Where the dead stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls
That fear the living´s toll

JE SUIS UN FACHO WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA

Gova, Bosch and Brueghel
Three times moonwise stain thy graves
For words alone are at loss to trace
The face of today´s inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss
Of despair and misery
The other a mask of rich red lips
Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed

All damned in this inferno
Where even Virgil averts His eyes
From the black mass mutual gang rape
Of Caesing hands an forced divides

Trespass these seven gates
To a world bloodlet to shades
Where Seraphim
( Falling on deaf ears) bleat
Of their cold and coming Master´s race
In the seweres of Babylon
Stillborn to a trough anon
Chimiracles will hatch like plots
To dredge faeces to pearl their cross

la rap est de la poésie comtemporaine meme ma prof de france le dit

une prof de france? ouah j ai tout compris mouahhahahahahahahahaa

BLACK METAL IST KRIEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Enter Penteholocaust!
Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps
At final straws to save his cast

His Lord is a leper we shall not want
He betrayed us with white lies
His acrid pall as of the tomb
Reminds us how we rot inside

Gutted like fool´s paradise
Glutted on cruel appetites...

Holding court to chaos
Folding to far graver arms
A downfall fatal to all resounds
As orgies peak in self centred psalms

And Nature screams Her sufferings
Under bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning
Like the robes we´ve torn from Her

She begs Us lay Her pain to rest
Lest We are left with nothingness
Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh

And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse
Then the comets that graxe nightskies
Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs
When you and I and all else dies...

It´s rotting down
This carcass Maggotropolis

Interdependent as worms to the grave
Allah´s true name is naught
Chist acannot save
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps
Spells of regret...
Death Magick for Adepts

Be prepared to fulfill prophecies
The glorious fall of a sin dynasty

Gutted like fool´s paradise
Glutted on cruel appeitites...

"We´ve woven hearts a thorn arbour
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore
And bereft of compass, star or more
Set out for this World´s end
Few at the prow, most slave below
Painting coal a perfect gold
But for all it´s worth, the engines slow
Dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty
Prey to phallus seas
That hiss and foam to douse disease
A storm roars on the way
Blacker than the Ace of Rapes
Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades
Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade
Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..."
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I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

merde prof de français

tu vois tu ne peux pas t´empecher de parler avec moi
pour toi je suis un maitre spirituel

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

tjrs aussi jaune ce jv

eet evidemment comme je t´ai dit ça tu ne vas plus me repondre

MOUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOUUUU fianlement c´est toi qui est mon chien tu fais tout ce que je dis

she was divinity´s creature, that kissed in cold mirors

et ta connerie elle est jaune.

( et la squall et miss OUahhhhhhhaaaaa le gros wind, le vent , le mistral gagnant)