As My Tears Run Red

After some time I finally picked up a copy of The Edward Ballister Project, a collaborative novel that I helped write a few years ago. While it had been some time since I visited the depths of this book, I was excited to finally discover the ending. As a collaborative project, I had only read up to my assigned chapter, and then left off at a point for the next writer to build upon. Let me say, this piece was darker than I imagined and I am honored to be a part of it.  The Edward Ballister Project is now available at amazon.com .  Pick up a copy of this great novel today! I wish that, as I was growing up, I had written down the memorable sweet evenings that passed in the night like a breeze through a downtown courtyard. But I did not. I wrote down nothing, only remembering the past through shoddy memories and the far-fetched recollections of others. As unimportant as that may seem to most, it is very important to me; I traded the sweet for the strange the day that I...

Such a dark day in the world Leaders defiled The protectors destroyed in your name Not by the masses that follow But, from the hypocrisy of medieval royalty For what - your secrets? Jealousy? Fear? Maybe it was just their shame from following the false prophet The sinner who hid behind his disciples And worse, women and children Spouting lies of redemption Preaching abstinence instead of indulgence Creating turmoil in the perfect world Through it all, you stood tall These destroyers of forged faith were blind Failing to harness the power of your minions By creating a day of homage of their transgressions They granted you eternal life History crying tears of truths in your name You will never be forgotten You Baphomet, will live forever Like the Templar’s, your followers will bleed for you Carrying on the traditions past down by the strong Your enigma, a mystery to most A companion to some A day of fear to the meek That day is today, Friday the 13th

• Published in the Ashen Eye: Torment What is happening out there? These people…These depraved creatures Plaguing us like the locusts in Babylon My mind cannot, will not comprehend what I have witnessed tonight This ordeal glistening like a surreal testament from Argento This nightmare cannot be real I shake, trembling from the fear I must stay strong The others are counting on my vigilance For generations it has been passed to me to have faith Faith in what I ask Truths and lies, heaven and hell Depends on your perspective, doesn't it? I remember my grandmother enumerate scripture and verse Words I saw promulgated by the corrupt and pretentious In my mind, I can hear her now It was allowed to fight against God's people and defeat them And it was given authority over every tribe, nation, language and race (Rev 13:7) Are we in the midst of the 42 months of deceit? Or has god finally forsaken us at last? In my mind, the answer is clear He did fuck all with these sins of torm...

Now that our beauty is relatively safe, I guess we should venture into the cathedral again. I think it is time for Saint Peter to stand before us and preach his gospel. Wow, Saint Peter, I wonder where that name came from for this? Maybe it is because of my love for the writings of the great prophets like Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce or Saint Malachi. Yeah, it must be Saint Malachi. In his teachings, Peter the Roman is supposed to rise to power and become the final pope, causing great turmoil across the land. Ironically, similar to the uprising spawned by this clergy member.    The almighty spoke and the earth trembled, Thou shall drive the infidels into the Chasm of Flame. Their sins cleansed at the hand of the father. The Great Beast opened his mouth at the base of the mount, And laughed at their despair ( Jehovah 7.28 ) My children… My flock… Behold the mighty beast His teeth glistening in sunlight, waiting for our offering The purification of the heretics is at hand We must...

I’d almost forgotten, though I’d tried to remember And I remembered that which I wish I’d forgotten The dark one walks upon the shore Truths whispered silently instead of the simple lie Casual words that mean less than naught The back of your hand would have pleased me Yet, the dagger brought unmatched pleasure The chains, the hooks, the blood You cradled me and let my lips caress your palm You failed to remind me of darkness held within my soul With it left unsaid, I had allowed myself to believe in the light I let myself fall sway to the forbidden pleasures of flesh The neck, the thigh, the back Red fingertips leading me astray A maze of strife lining the inferno Still, beauty lay upon the tip of your tongue Spoiling my every thought with a wisdom held deep within your bounds For a moment, I thought you cared I thought, I could feel it with every beat of your heart With every reflection of pain Silence echoes in my heart A deafening tribute to your genius To the ...

The great archfiend spoke Today we begin a new path A new world Not for the ordinary Not for the plain But, for the chosen ones Outcasts to some Feared by all I am your guide on this sacred journey Anno Satanas has begun Lord of light Lead us through the trying times Open your gates We are ready to receive you Before the idols we stand Preparing for communion Holding the dreams Vision Desires That makes us your disciples Together we unite To thrust the meek into the great chasm Leaders of the new generation of intolerance Respected in our communities Yet, imposing to the masses We speak of realities Unlike the blind populace We follow truths Not the archaic ramblings of the fabricated messiah We are all

Through the dying moonlight he appears Secret no more Death shudders The gates will open at six A pilgrimage awaits acceptance Their paths unknown, their crimes unforgiven Except for her The pale, naked beauty in front Entrancing the mass Angering the gods Her crimes meaningless to the righteous Their self deceit blinding them of the genius Soon, redemption will show the way The embers are lighted Her stake stands erect From the darkness, an angel appeared Tormenting the siren with flames of Dante Repent Repent and be saved The gathering tightens the noose Impales her upon the altar Gazing across the horizon, she cries out The flames caressing her subtle breast Her soul alive again At last, the baptism is complete The contract etched in stone Marking forever with her ashes The congregation falls silent The lord of darkness shares his embrace Welcoming one and all into his kingdom Their sacrifice was just His cravings fulfilled