Forgotten Tales

Ryaca has died

I knew i would die as death has always come with the territory

The transformation into the ghost is now complete

The skin that i wear is now dark and grey like my dead heart

I shall fade into ShdW and MisT

Follow the path that leads into darkness and despair and embrace it

Never look back as the past holds nothing but ghosts in its icy grip

Never stray from the dark path for within the darkness lies your salvation

I am the way... Prepare for Salvation...

To be or not to be....... EEHHH
Shakespeare NAAAH


I rather read Ryaca's death post

To die is to be born.

I am free, a prisoner
to my own freedom, knowing
that someday soon I will be

BORN,

For I have already died.
This I know
beyond all reach of proof:

I EXIST

for yesterday and tomorrow happening
at the same time is:

TODAY.

and today, death is birth and birth is death!

A very old thread.

Oh black Lord Grant me the indulgence of which I seek. I have taken thy name as part of myself. I live as a beast of the field. Rejoicing in the fleshly life, I favor the just and curse the right. In the name of Satan, the ruler of the earth, I command the forcesof darkness to bestow their eternal power upon you.

I woke up on the wrong side of bed today
Looking for some homo sapiens to slay
Lost in panic thoughts, frantic killings now I'm sought
Wanted but I give a heck fool, I'm the hunter not the hunted

Street stalker cause of a metamorphosis
Late night rapes, bodies found in the forest
No clues left behind, a fool from the dark side
Continious killings, many unsolved homicides
Kidnapped his kid like permanently disposed
Command planned slayings with no flaws...
When death knocks on your door
And wants to come in, time to pay up,
These are the wages of sin...

I've been stairing to death ever since I was a youth
The wages of sin never said I was bullet proof
Cause I'm a killer, no doubt, so don't front
I get visions of bodies being shipped to a morgue truck

Psychotic thoughts, vision dead in my head
Blood from a bulldog's left leg
Terribly crazy, take none from a snitch
Satanic switch left 2 dead in the ditch
Mental illusions, spirit blood better be it
If I see a dead head my first mind is to eat it
A killing hotel makes the Devil shout
A human checks in but a corpse checks out
A Lyrical wizard, rhyme skills like a mad witch
Arms, legs, hmmmm, a society sandwich
Man from Atlanta doing South Park crimes
Every other day Triple-6 dies 50 times
1 plus 1 equals two legs and a hat
2 plus 2 equals 4 heads on a black cat
Savage beast with no meat in my chin

Death is the wages of sin

Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bed
Satanic killings brings misery and dread
Pentagram symbol branded in my right arm
Silence is wisdom insane but I remain calm
Chained down in my basement for a pathophysical torture
Satan persuaded outstanding termination...
For molding path, sacraficing souls, swinging bold with an axe
I attempt to apprehend but she was cautious
Late walks and stalks leaves the murders often
Killed the person, stabbed from my hellbound pitchfork
Walked on the path of Satan, come on and come forth
What's ya began? You are my sin but to comprehend...
You are counted for your actions, the wages of sin...

Look, listen, observe...
We are all out here working hard under the sun...
Trying to make it the best way we know how
but all we working is towards death...
And these are the wages of sin...

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Holy darkness, blessed night
Heaven's answer hidden from our sight
As we await you, O God of silence
We embrace your holy night

I have tried you in the fires of affliction
I have taught your soul to grieve
In the barren soil of your loneliness
There I will plant my seed

Holy darkness, blessed night
Heaven's answer hidden from our sight
As we await you, O God of silence
We embrace your holy night

In the deepest hour of your darkness
I will give you wealth untold
When the silence stills your spirit
Will my riches fill your soul

Holy darkness, blessed night
Heaven's answer hidden from our sight
As we await you, O God of silence
We embrace your holy night

I must survive...yet I don't know why.

Killing a man is a hell of a thing. I've taken all he has and all he ever will have.

When you try to call out to one of the dead, all of them can hear you.

I always wanted to know how I would go...tell me my friend how I will meet my end.

Well, our choice in music is a world apart!