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blazfemur - a faustian dinner amongst the tortured lyrics

and there he stood, in his full glory
bathed in flame, minister of the unholy
this being of pure power, just in his eyes
no secrets, no lies, just him and i
and we sat, at what could only be a table
it’s legs carved and whittled into claws
if i had to guess, it was made of blackth+rn itself
perhaps cypress or even yew, but i digress
his shadowed gaunt face sat across from me
in this dimly lit room by fl!ckering candlelight
red candles with flames, as still as the statues
that lined and decorated the walls he called home
his eyes seemed to glow as he glanced at mine
and popped a cork from a half+drunk bottle of wine
the wine seemed thick, and even as he offered a glass
i had to insist that now wasn’t the time
he grinned, as if he knew something i didn’t
as his lips pulled back baring razor+like fangs
rows of t++th, not unlike a shark
and i was within his own cage beside him
choirs of d+mnation echoed faintly
and tortured souls seeking release from eternity
beg, they shalt continue, pain they must endure
i was the subject of this devil’s attention
like a macabre opera being performed
wailing like banshees, their greed returned
in this masquerade caberet, enticingly
induced a amnesiac response to my clarity
then suddenly, with an abrupt snap of his fingers
the lingering pull of his essence subsided
his glowing eyes locked on mine, as he cleared his throat…
and began to speak…
in the deepest of guttural tones
were those syllables even language at all?
were they long since forgotten as time took its toll?
he spoke…
“i know why you’re here, mortal, and i’ve been watching from afar
i saw your father beat you, and i saw your mother twist your mind
i was there when the blade made it’s first cut up on yourself by your own hand..
how cold the steel felt
the heat of the friction
the burning sensation
as your very arm wept crimson tears
and there was no one there to guide you
and you k!lled the old you that night, strangled your inner child
in the place of innocence and nativity, you stood tall
you realized, for the first time, the truth of this world
that same world you were bred into and left on the doorstep
forgotten, and raised in traumatic conditions in constant survival mode..
my son, you are not alone
coming from someone who’s built demons
the one in you impresses me the most
serial k!llers would kneel for a fraction of your power..
my son, you are not alone
i am here now. i am your father
i will provide, and we will make those that have wronged you…. suffer
the pain you feel, that you hold onto, it’s not yours. it was given to you..
it was forced upon you, without any tools to cope
release, that anger within, redirect that hatred
reignite your black fire, redeem yourself in the unholiest of flames..”

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