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Every time we touch we get closer to Heaven. And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven. |
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-Him, Razorblade kiss- |
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A rosey cross lies on the table. I always thought that roses where for the Toreador, maybe so. With all the connections with the church they must have picked up some of their secrets. the Rosecrucians, that leads back to the Templars, to the Cathars. The Holy Grail? It is like my mind is blocked, there is a secret a riddle that I cannot solve. A riddle that will unravel the foundations of heaven. I flip another page in the book next to the cross. "The Cathars believed all earthly things to be impure and only spiritual things to be pure. The Holy Grail was the victory of purity, a pure material object." But Sangraal, can mean Holy Grail as well as Royal Blood. Holy Blood? The blood is the life, Vitea, Dead Water. Blood, the only spiritual substance, it grants even life to the dead. The only pure substance? Damned by God, but God for the Cathars was Rex Mundi, the king of the world and it' creator, the Messiah was the pure one, the eventual God of the spiritualistic world. In short, in our happy damnation we are the martyrs of a sick and twisted world. A state of ultimate blasphemy. But all the martyrs, knowledge through pain, that leads to Lillith. My mind swims like its afloat on ether. Dogma - freedom - corruption. Where does this lead? |
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The sky is clear, the lights sureal and sharp. It is like the world is drugged but I'm clean. In front of my window I am safe in a heaven of my own creation. A stick of inscence smoking on the night stand. A longhaired blond angel on my bed, sleeping, smiling. the world outside is far, far away. We are safe, pain becomes bliss, the bitter melancholy a state of serenity. Should the world plunge into hell this room will stay afloat in the air. Clouds float by like alien ships on pitch black water that relfects the stars and moon. Time except for the inevitible cycle of the sun and moon has no effect on me. No aging, no dying, eternity.
The air is cool and sweet, mixing with the strong smokey scent of the inscence. Nightmares are fleeting, dreams are born. Few of my kind bother with the acts of mortal lusts. Mostley because the do not understand it. They say its an improvement, a evolution. They chose the word alienation above ignorance. Heaven's secrets lie on a lover's lips and ascenssion between his legs. His mind gives it's secrets to mine, so I sense the shivers I send through his skin. I do not feel it, but just because you are not in a movie doesn't mean you can't enjoy watching it. The older vampires hide their impotency behind posh words, fearful philosopies. Let those with eyes see, let those with ears hear... let those with nose smell... let those with a tongue taste, let those with skin feel and let those with reckoning understand where the world of senses leads you. It will lead you to the heights of heaven's grace and to the depths of hell's depravity. I walk back to the bed. Heaven and Hell have collided tonight, in this room, and it felt great, my sweet angel, hope it was good for you too. |
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