Blessed is he whom take it to himself to spread the gospel of terror.– (via vox131)
One night of complete debauchery
doomeddeer: It can be life-changing. deergod……. Choclate flavored vodka, being told im the Legion Junior of Richmond, Racing around the back country having bottle rocket wars, yes my life is awesome.
Saying ‘Fuck It’ before doing something stupid.
Story of my fucking life, I REGRET NOTHING!
Saturn, great dark in the yonder, I give you my...
totalutfrysning: So that I may be judged in your deathlike glare.. and purified.
Divine is he whom takes the strength in his own hands and creates, for that is...– (via vox131)
Anyway, suppose ill goto bed to wander beyond this...
Die in a fire.
Speak through me, Through my corpse
grow in me through my corpse, through my corpse let my skeleton be the frame you cling to spread my arms to be your wings my heart to be your fire my voice to be your fury guide my hand through the echos of stars cold flames be my nourishment your death lights sustain me i will shine in black comets blazing across heavens splendor undeniable abomination and sanctified convulse in spasms of divine...
Now Animate My body to do thy will
clear my throat of the dust to blow upon the fresh ink blood upon the parchment to make the holy words horns raise and the crown is set remove my heart to burn within the offering bowl, i eat the ashes as the serpent consumes its tail i shall be different in terminus the echo, the stain my veins are empty drys as riverbeds in drought kneeling in the expanding pool beneath the saints hanging...
Time for another abomination of my poetry
a prayer behind every door and an oath before every throne remove your heart and place it upon the alter deep within for i am the tree of life he said pick from my limbs and eat of my flesh you will die and know beyond the end new, thine eyes shall see what li(f)e(s) would try to hide inspired by the current in the veins the limbs will be scattered the branches gathered form the heart, burning-...
Bread to Stone
And over and over again shall I crush your face like a putrid fruit, for you have never thirst… for redemption
I will kill for that which i love, and die with it.
orcrist: In Canada, the section at the Walmart with the black people hair products is full of dust.
Autopsy, Napalm Death and Eyehategod at MDF next...
Suck it Europe with all your festivals of awesomeness.!
I (wish) WAS AT HELLS PLEASURE WHEN AMY WINEHOUSE...
totalutfrysning:  Amy winehouse or not. wish i was there.
Morning beer time. Yup.
There is a wolf in me…I keep the wolf because the wilderness gave it to me, and...– Carl Sandburg (via smokeandcinder)
Sargeist, Horna, AND Tsjuder? yup. my wallet is going to DIE!
nuclear-chaos-deactivated201205 asked: I miss my corpse painted Word Bearers army :(
Everybody owns at least one Pantera shirt
ond-spiritism: infiltration-downfall-death: xxixiimxmvi: godfatherofslander: It’s like that shirt you bought that you just wear sometimes that you always forget you have. Well I can happily say I don’t and never have had one. Pantera fucking sucks Pantera does fuckin suck. Never had a Pantera shirt ever. Never have, never will. Unpopular opinion- I dont give a fuck about Pantera.