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THE UNHOLY

 

THE UNHOLY In a room dank and dark
At the top of the stairs
There was  an entity
Unholy
Waiting
Threatening this house
And all that live
Here.
Paralyzed by terror and fear
My limbs grew weak
My heart  cold
There was no fire
In my immortal soul
Any longerSuddenly
The madness of anger
Took me
A Dyonisian delight in irrationality
That knows no limits
No bounds to its insanity
As I rushed  in to see
The Unholy that was after me
And then....I...
Beat the living shit
Out of it!    
— Geremia, Dec 13, 2009

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Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Dear Longobardolino

That great globe-shaped whole, religion, sewn tightly at the seams is tying your hands and your life in its swaddling clothes, and still you cannot see its chain-mail mentality, its binding dreaded sinful con! In your sensitive state I can fully understand the need to beat shit, but you do it the opposite way to that which I would have wished, all those illusory fables of a life in the imagination, no I am not here with you, I am not in agreement with you. But as I said I do so understand the need for beating out shit, you need that wrath to banish your extreme pain and stand triumphant above the petty things of life. The Unholy, if by that you also mean the mean, the unjust, the wrongs doers of society, THEN I am with you totally, as 'Hell is the others' and Hell is what the vulgar, uncouth, psychopathic people of the world spread as their creed, and those I will come and beat the living shit out of here and now with you. May all such Holy shit and devilish human practices, like Holy Wars, circumcision and crucifixion (all kinds) cease, we a shall do them in. Let the natural world continue as it does in its ever developing beauty and we set its spirit as our close friend and environment, love it and love each other while we are here so short a time, prize each others good qualities and celebrate that we are alive. What else should we celebrate, not anything in other worlds that don't exist. Mi scusi amen, humbly I retreat, but how I do understand you, more than you realise. Annuccia OY!