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@rubymoon Yep! 🙂 We can try to practise it the next time we see each other (sooner or later).😄 Håller du med?

@rubymoon I hope everything will be fine with your new place. 🙂 Even you can take me for virtual walk through. 😄

@rubymoon Thank you, Golden Girl! 🙂

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Ye, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery an erection juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken sunday pleats The coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed but I dare know what lies underneath two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead whose dream turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds how pathetically I broke her like a doll of porcelain I found her primed for a raping that could never be in wanton fallacy the temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me her silhouette an hourglass whose sands of time would empty fast “A rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won’t come true.” than call me the nightfall the colder than death a winter unending that’s stolen her breath Dead and famous at last she’s made it her mangled face haunting shameless the death of peace endarkened times crowned an immortal yet stricken of life The headlines read “Young Starlet --- Dead!” drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit sodomized defeminized silent the victor vengeance is mine In hell is where she waits for me seductress burns in sin the succubus deceased The funeral has ceased you can all rest at ease my desire be not to kill again I’ll now disappear leaving legend to fear so lock every door tight from now until eternity Dead and famous at last she’s made it her mangled face smiling shameless the death of peace endarkened times crowned an immortal yet stricken of life the headlines read “Young Starlet --- Dead!” drained of her lifesblood and nourished with shit sodomized defeminized I am the victor vengeance is mine I watched the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of which they speak I the misogynist her crooked smile my seal of hatred incarnate of the beast the god of which they speak

Inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre Resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise Driven by hunger for vengeance We're left with little time to question the motives of the damned We turn to science to make the puzzle whole What lies beyond those hollowed eyes We'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts When the last grave has emptied When the last shred of hope melts away An endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black In hiding, our dwindling numbers rush to find a cure The laws of reason are dissolving into never ending night Mere shadows of their former selves We fall to friend and foe alike We stand abandoned by our gods Backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide The soils of hell shall keep them coming Our feeble planet overrun with the legions of the dead We turn to science to make the puzzle whole What lies beyond those hollowed eyes We'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts When the last grave has emptied When the last shred of hope melts away An endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black Fits of hysteria have claimed the hearts of man The panic ridden are consumed, their bones dry in the sun The zombies multiply with haste The streets are stained with human waste We turn to science to make the puzzle whole What lies beyond those hollowed eyes We'll be defeated, destroyed by our own ghosts When the last grave has emptied When the last shred of hope melts away An endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black

Catch fire - just like a living disease Unholy desire - a world on it's knees Our burning minds they are ridden of hope In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope A generation of obscenities We have lost our faith in our own creativity What is evil, but good Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst? The living end The dwarfed soul of man The living end The sweetest of lies - it's embrace so warm So void of life - one with the promised swarm Our burning minds they are ridden of hope In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope A generation of obscenities Our ignorance will be the end of humanity A dead nation under one dead god The living end The dwarfed soul of man The living end Written in napalm over genetic wastelands We move on, our fate is to die by our own hand A dead nation under one dead god What is evil, but good Tortured by it's own hunger and thirst?

"Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her...." What to say? (she is so beautiful, she'd never want me) Who is she? (she says nothing to no one perpetually) Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me.... What to say? (she is so beautiful, she'd never want me) Who is she? (she says nothing to no one perpetually) What to say? (she is so beautiful, she'd never want me) Who is she? (she says nothing to no one perpetually) I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip And most often I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts.... 'So soft and gentle...so beautiful..." I dream of her....Playing out scenes in my mind... I dream of her....Kissing me gently, caressing... I must kill her....She doesn't want me, she'll die... I must kill her....She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!) Venturing into the street.... I know where she lives.... I know where her bedroom is.... I know everything about her... She'll see- I'll show her She'll see- I'll show her Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see her... Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the window.... "But there's something wrong," ....she gazes at a picture of her Jesus.... Watching her in that room, I am in love with her....

Torn from your body, removed while you scream Dissect to collect, my blade now reams Pieces of flesh lie side by side Worn on my body, or put on display You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure I take your precious art, it becomes my leather Taking your hide before you have died Decency defied Crudely cut away All are my prey Tell me how it feels when your flesh is peeled You are vain with your art I desire it torn apart With my insane hunting the removal of flesh now starts You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure I take your precious art, it becomes my leather Taking your hide before you have died Decency defied To you a design Now a trophy made mine To you a design Now a trophy made mine I seek to find To satisfy my fucked mind I seek to find To satisfy my fucked mind Ignoring your cries Exposing your insides Violence defined Torn from your body, removed while you scream Dissect to collect, my blade now reams Pieces of flesh lie side by side Worn on my body, or put on display You mark your skin, it gives you pleasure I take your precious art, it becomes my leather Taking your hide before you have died Decency defied

Burning urge to conceive like animals blind in heat. But they're human all the same copulation compulsion to breed, just anatomy and instinct lust consumed but the product is a human life. A malicious maternal seed spewed forth in precarious birth from the womb into the trash. Precious, twisting life, crawling on the filth of the dumpster floor. Only known to the mother in guilt, as she stumbles from the alley covered in flies. With a ten mile stare dead to the world she never gave one fuck for the child inside...none. Sucks the crack pipe in shame just to forget. Yet with another hit, she's on the streets again in another life she once had hope. But that went down the drain. Along with her pride. Nurses habitually resigned. Tossing the carcass, in the waste bin death legally designed? Or fixing the future with quick extraction? Conceived and thrown away from womb into the waste. Human trash, putrid, the bodies overrun. Aborted removal, with cold precision. Tools specifically designed forcing fetal termination. Blind the morally enraged. Bomb the clinic into oblivion. Kill the killer they will say. Justice through murder goes both ways. Conceived and thrown away from womb into the waste. One more girl, mortified. Never knew what was growing within. Obese, diseased, down on her knees she gave birth on the toilet seat. Insert anesthetized. Late term feticide. Orphan spawned from rape. Short lived, half a face. Crackhead whore for host.Hatching living ghosts. Pregnant, drunk and high. It was no surprise, when she left it there to die. One more girl who could never conceive. Psychopath, maternity-mad. Took a steel bat to her mother's head, hacked her up and took the baby out. One more girl, six months in, takes a hanger and a bottle of pills. The pro-life priest has nothing to say as the embryo's scraped away. Straight into the trash with the unborn offspring, generations dead in time, progeny unwanted. Dead flesh pile a mass of cells, 10 more bags and the landfill swells. Ripened mass fetal decay, no one cares were they human anyway?

@olgakulaga I think I have already found your dark desires!