demonic disturbing poetry!
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well... no.. maybe not
a figure in black it points at me turn around quick, and run away it scowls, it jeers and kicks watch out! beware it's out in the sticks big black goat with eyes of fire watching folk is his desire it's satan! hear his heavy breathing! i'm out of here! i'm leaving! sweet lord, sweet jesus have mercy mercy on me! this thing, the goat it's satan i see! is it the end, my friend? now satan the goat's coming round the bend? |
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do you see the shadows, it, the he-goat, casts?
just a moment ago this's been the plainest path now forth the unseen creeps sane reality it eats do tell me, shall we go on? all saints we'd have to summon |
hark! satan the goat calls from yon tree: |
how could I resist that entrancing call?
hands which betray me remove shoes, shirt, pants... all! yon goat laughs out loud gone are my saints, gone is my doubt can it be I am flying? you, next to me, happily crying: |
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SATAN THE GOAT |
beelzebub went to the pub
to get himself a beer beelzebub, he ate some grub that made him feel quite queer beelzebub fell in a shrub his clothes were all a-smear his head beelzebub did rub his eye squoze out a tear feel sorry for beelzebub his dirty clothes he has to scrub |
666
A volume of Oxyrhynchus Papyri contains a fragmentary papyrus of Revelation which is the earliest known witness to some sections (late third / early fourth century). … One feature of particular interest is the number that this papyrus assigns to the Beast: 616, rather than the usual 666. (665 is also found.) We knew that this variant existed: Irenaeus cites (and refutes) it. But this is the earliest instance and the lowest number that has so far been found. From 616, through texts and time, Its number has increased And frightened those who worshipped with A certain sort of priest But now it's at a number where The frightening has ceased: A 6x6x6 is just The lumber of the beast. |
This thread is hilarious.
M'kay, here I go. Satan had a little lamb Its fleece was dark as pitch And everywhere that Satan went The lamb was wont to bitch. It didn't like the weather It didn't like the sea It didn't like the film you chose It didn't like sushi. But Satan wasn't troubled by Lammy's constant drone because the sheep grilled excellent St. Agnes on the bone. |
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