Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 11, 2011 0:58:25 GMT -5
Email from 74338^^^@aol.com
"No more I'd wish to think,
Even less I would require-
A furnishing of sin
For this carnal desire
And even less I'd ponder
No more could I judge,
Significance be less
No more than a nudge
Under laces tied tight
A fire forever worn,
Within loins of amethyst
Bastard children to be born
A pointlessness of sultry
What my beast would pursue,
The Poison is the pinnacle
Of what a soul would consume
But the eyes bleed less
Than the heart; far more blind
Binding by the sound of-
Heartstrings well refined
With every chorus a whisper
To Mephistopheles' Choir,
And every pint of love,
Would be inferred and required
I drink to the nights when the charades
Felt like reality within a heart,
And toast to the most moist waves
Where faith and reason avidly depart"
< The image below, upon opening the email, seems to reach out as though your monitor didn't exist. The heat from the fire feels real and burns to the touch. The words below the insignia burn nearly similar as they appear bit by bit. >
"No more I'd wish to think,
Even less I would require-
A furnishing of sin
For this carnal desire
And even less I'd ponder
No more could I judge,
Significance be less
No more than a nudge
Under laces tied tight
A fire forever worn,
Within loins of amethyst
Bastard children to be born
A pointlessness of sultry
What my beast would pursue,
The Poison is the pinnacle
Of what a soul would consume
But the eyes bleed less
Than the heart; far more blind
Binding by the sound of-
Heartstrings well refined
With every chorus a whisper
To Mephistopheles' Choir,
And every pint of love,
Would be inferred and required
I drink to the nights when the charades
Felt like reality within a heart,
And toast to the most moist waves
Where faith and reason avidly depart"
It is to my great disappointment that my children, born only in our fated number, have all but bored me with their flashy tricks and gilded outfits. For every third day that I am left without entertainment, one shall rise again in death and take the life of a star-crossed virgin- sealing my humour one step further into the womb of lust and mirth. Every virgin spilled will be kept with a seed uncaught by the mainstream, and beneath the lampshades of human temptation. They shall danse me macabre-ly for the rest of my will, and more-on-so- shall bring all to the flock of temptation.
You have been warned.
~Loucie~
You have been warned.
~Loucie~
< After reading the email, your computer literally explodes. Not enough to harm you much. When you check for the email again you find spam mail, advertising the old Biker Bar before it was destroyed. >