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666 The Dead Zone 214-522-5321 300/1200/2400 666 _______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) EVIL POETRY Volume I by The Raver >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ A Collection of Evil Poems by The Raver Volume I --------------------------------------- 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... _______________________________________________________________________________ Contents: Introduction Lust for Death Wails in the Night The Dark Radiation Death The Whispering Wind _______________________________________________________________________________ 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. 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. 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. LUST FOR DEATH (3/9/88) 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. 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 maimes. 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. 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. WAILS IN THE NIGHT (3/9/88) 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. 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. 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. 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. As you have once been told; Visions of horror unfold. And death forces you to enjoy; Your new life as a toy. Wails in the night; Screams of fright. No longer can you see; As death wills it to be. 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. 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. THE DARK (3/9/88) The dark is where I dwell; My home away from a living Hell. Evil thoughts cloud my mind; As the darkness overwhelms Mankind. A simple step through the door; Onto the soft, spongy floor. Darkness covers my entire mass; Soft flesh and sparkling glass. Journeying through streets on the run; Counting the shadows, one by one. Healthy thoughts, what a pity. Such infests this Goddamned city. 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. The night is young but I am not; Lustful thoughts of decay and rot. Soon I shall pass away; To come back another day. RADIATION DEATH (3/9/88) 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. 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; Increadibly bright, death is certain, this is a fact. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. THE WHISPERING WIND (3/9/88) 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. Than'grast, ancient kingdom of shadow; Ruled by the evil master, Ili'grado. Life of shackles, endless reign; Ruled by deceit, horrid pain. 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. 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. 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? 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. Thus concludes Volume I of Evil Poetry, more to come sooner than you might wish ---------------------------------------- Dedicated to: Death, decay, our lifeless society, the end which shall come to pass, Elisha, Dr. I/O, Mortis Primus for inspiring this file with Death Poetry (I and II), and Satan, God, whomever. 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