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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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EVIL POETRY Volume I
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by The Raver
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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A Collection of Evil Poems by The Raver
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Volume I
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This file I dedicate to my state of mind, no doubt out of control.
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These six files of despair were written on 3/9/88 in the dark of night. I hope
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that your life has been more rewarding than mine...
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Contents:
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Introduction Lust for Death
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Wails in the Night The Dark
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Radiation Death The Whispering Wind
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Stroke the keys as the text glides by;
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Feel thine thoughts by and by.
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Evil tales of Riders and Mares;
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Syllabus of death and despair.
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If thou havest a weakened heart;
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Then abort now for you may have a start.
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These tales are wrought with sadness;
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Lands of Death and Realms of Madness.
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Read on if thou art a brave soul;
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Masters of death will take hold;
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Clawing hands grasp at your throat;
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See the blood well, fills the moat.
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LUST FOR DEATH (3/9/88)
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Hangin' out in Hell is what I like to do;
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Dead people scream and cry as you will too.
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Mephistopheles sits on his iron throne;
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Laughing at all as they whimper and moan.
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You know that you will soon arrive;
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As death comes to all no matter how hard they strive.
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Burning, enveloped in blazing flames;
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Death manifests itself and kills and maims.
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As the lust for rest stalks amidst the corridors of your mind;
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Know you that only endless torment is destined for your kind.
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Assaulted by hordes of foul, winged beasts;
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As you clutch your rotting meats.
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Scream and wail as you may;
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Death is not yours today.
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Nay, only endless torment and pain;
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Will you gain in your sojourn in Hell.
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WAILS IN THE NIGHT (3/9/88)
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As you sit home and weep and moan;
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You feel that you are not alone.
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An evil presence has manifested itself;
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And preys on your good health.
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Sucking the very spirit from your soul;
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The presence invades your brain like a mole.
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Foul thoughts embrace your mind;
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As death incarnate destroys your sight and makes you blind.
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Clumsily you meander through the darkened halls;
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Screaming intensely as you stumble and fall.
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Feel the presence gnawing on your soul;
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As evil thoughts take control.
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Fall and fall again as you will;
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Never again can you sit still.
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Death has found a new toy;
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Ancient dreams come to mind as you were a boy.
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As you have once been told;
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Visions of horror unfold.
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And death forces you to enjoy;
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Your new life as a toy.
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Wails in the night;
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Screams of fright.
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No longer can you see;
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As death wills it to be.
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Open the window and smell the salt air;
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Climb out on the ledge and await the blackened mare.
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Rider of Death, Reaper of Life;
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At last, an end to your strife.
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As the pale sounds of horror fade away;
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The Grim Reaper takes you with him, for you must pay.
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Your life is at its end, my friend;
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Ever more shall you pay for your gluttonous sin.
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THE DARK (3/9/88)
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The dark is where I dwell;
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My home away from a living Hell.
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Evil thoughts cloud my mind;
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As the darkness overwhelms Mankind.
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A simple step through the door;
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Onto the soft, spongy floor.
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Darkness covers my entire mass;
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Soft flesh and sparkling glass.
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Journeying through streets on the run;
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Counting the shadows, one by one.
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Healthy thoughts, what a pity.
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Such infests this Goddamned city.
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Life is not forever, such as people fail to understand;
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When the end comes they will always flee this land.
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Stranger things shall come to pass, as I don my mask;
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Feel the chilled winds as I glare and tip my flask.
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The night is young but I am not;
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Lustful thoughts of decay and rot.
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Soon I shall pass away;
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To come back another day.
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RADIATION DEATH (3/9/88)
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Standing outdoors, thinking peaceful thoughts;
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Looking out over the city, the steel is wrought.
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Lovely day, pretty day, sun shining bright;
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No idea that the world shall be plunged into night.
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Through the clouds passes a great steel bird;
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Flight on atomic engines, hush, don't say a word.
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Such a powerful sight, then comes the impact;
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Incredibly bright, death is certain, this is a fact.
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Flames leap high, winds whirl throughout;
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Feel the burning pain, no time to pout.
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The end of the world has come to pass;
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Destroying all, the bloody mass.
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Strands of mucous drip from your face;
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The horrors your body endures, the ultimate disgrace.
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Feel the seething pain from wounds galore;
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Blood wells forth in the company of endless gore.
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The bright sun has retreated into timeless space;
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Darkness overwhelms, no doubt the end of the human race.
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Look up at the ashen sky with dull, red sockets;
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All the cause of the horde of endless rockets.
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Light of the blazing fires fills the darkened sky;
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Molten slag all the remains of the city. Why?
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As you attempt to stumble painfully away;
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You feel that you shall not outlive this day.
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The Lords of Darkness have passed their decree;
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The end of life and the home of the free.
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Maggots infest your lifeless husk;
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As you lay at the outset of the ashen dusk.
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Centuries of advancement, our only cause;
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Ended bitterly in minutes, no more hurrahs.
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The world rotates about the blazing sun;
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A lifeless ball of stone and clay, well done.
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THE WHISPERING WIND (3/9/88)
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Whispering thoughts of ages untold;
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Think of what it tells as the aeons unfold.
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What knows the lost tales of ages past;
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The whispering winds of Than'grast.
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Than'grast, ancient kingdom of shadow;
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Ruled by the evil master, Ili'grado.
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Life of shackles, endless reign;
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Ruled by deceit, horrid pain.
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When darkness stalks the avenues of deceit,
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Who else could thou'est meet?
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Devils and demons of horror galore;
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Flee the evil lands, for you can take no more.
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They stalk the alleyways, seeking fresh meat;
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Run, run, for surely with their gaping maws will they greet.
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Stalking the twisted ruins, feeding upon mortal men;
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Stand up and flee, for surely they detect your sin.
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Think of the endless tales the whispering winds do tell;
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Of the rivers of blood that rise and swell.
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Madness inflicted by the whispering winds of lore;
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Will you think as you ever have before?
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Scream and cry as the winds caress your feeble mind;
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The ultimate punishment for a wicked mankind.
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The old winds told me so;
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And that is how I come to know.
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Thus concludes Volume I of Evil Poetry,
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more to come sooner than you might wish
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Dedicated to: Death, decay, our lifeless society, the end which shall come
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to pass, Elisha, The Usurper, Mortis Primus for inspiring this file with Death
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Poetry (I and II), and Satan, God, whomever. Also dedicated to Metallica.
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(c)1988 cDc communications by The Raver 3/9/88-48
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All Rights Worth Shit
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