Revelation on the Approach of Death

& like a ghost amongst the emptiness of the snow covered hills, the wraith wandered upward in climb over the forested embankment, the single extraction of a long metal pole which resembled the eternal strand of silver tongue had entered at the back of it’s neck from nowhere & protruded forth into nothing; & death smiled upon me in a herald of my doom as I had chosen without hestitation to gaze upon the eternity of my home.

In Nomine Satanas

Anytime there was missing kid in the neighborhood, we usually had them. We had an icebox, only it really wasn’t an icebox, it was a refrigerator we had made into a prison. We would tape up their mouths real good after gagging them, so hearing them scream wasn’t too much of problem, but they always squirmed; it was hilarious. You could always hear them kicking, the pounding was incessant. They’d kick for days but they never got out. After a few days it didn’t matter; we couldn’t take it anymore. Our lust for slaughter & sex with corpse of a child was too much. When their legs had finally become broken or bruised enough from kicking on the door, we knew. We’d select our knife from the many we had & then sneak into the late at night when we knew they were sleeping. We never wanted to wake them, sliding the knife into virgin flesh is what we live for. It’s so succulent to slide your knife into his tiny little body. To see his eyes, how wide. It’s like anal intercourse with a child, so tight, so small. We can’t resist it. I don’t know if it’s the killing we enjoy more or the sex with such a little body, a small corpse of child that once was in the eyes of the lord no more. Just death & the sex with its corpse. Hail Satan

Lives Again

Friday 24 June is hereby proclaimed the Celebration of the Confederacy.

All Hades