BREWING FROM FILTH. BREWING FROM THE SPIT. BREWING FROM THE HAIRS. BREWING FROM THE BLOOD. BREWING FROM THE DUSTY DIRTS. STRUKTURING TROUGH BONES, SLITHERING TROUGH CUM. CREATED TROUGH DESIRE! OH, NAX KARNATE!
THE FLESH MELTING TOGETHER AND SOAKED TROUGH THE ESSENCES OF THE DARK DEVILS THY DRRAALS. ASPECTUM TRIDENTUM INKARNATE AS ONE. NAWAN, HAS BIRTHED ME NOW TROUGH MY CAVE OF THIS BEARING FILTHY DARKNESS.
THIS BEING IS NOW ETERNALLY SOLIDIFIED AS I, ME, MYSELF. THE HUNGER FOR MORE POWER, WHISDOM, KNOWLEDGE, AND THE CONQUERING FOR HELL IS UNSATIABLE. OUR REIGN SHALL BE FOREVER AND GLORIOUS!
OH NAX, NAX, NAX!
UPHOLDER OF THE ANCIENTS. BRINGER OF DEATH AND CHANGE. DARK INCUBI SLITHERYNG TROUGH OPEN WEAKNESSES, AND THEE CREATOR OF IT. SEDUCING PREY, TO BESTOW THEMSELFES FREELY UNTO YOUR BITE. A VAMPIRIC WRAITH, REVENGEFULL AND EVER HUNGERING FOR MORE. THE REIGN SHALL BE CONSOLIDATED AND EVER ASCENDING!
These are really good. If you would like advice from someone educated in arts; please continue in large scale. They are quite good. I mean the technique. I really liked
Into the depths of the cthonic womb ife been implanted. My whole be and is, is now pulsating like a heart. My veins sprouting like the flora but it is has intrinsic unsatiable hunger. Because for it knows when it wants to break its shell it must consume more strenght than in wich it is contained with.
Well the foto is edited it is a big canvas actually i just had to edit many stuff out so the quality is acceptable. This painting in this form doesnt exist anymore.
From nothing to somethimg. From something to nothing. I have sprouted like a light. And my light is like a three of twillight. Not quiet discernable because there is no white and black but red. I am eternal and there are no interruptions, i am perfect in what i am. The beauty and the ugly lies in the eye only. But know now that what is, is the result of my nature and nothing else.
Slowly draging my feet of polution and illness. Slowly draging my ugly head on the rotting floors of mind. It makes crusts and pulses of gushing blood. The dead are reaching to me. Piece by piece they are taking my flesh the more i wretch and walk along this rotten floor.
Now i lay slowly ro rest upon a pile of dried carcases of flesh. Striping myself away of the futile hope. A long and bony finger is reaching out behind me and presses its tip upon my forehead. Like a drill it reaches into my inerts of my ugly head. Like peels of a fruit it is ripped apart. Out came gushing millions of eyeballs, all alive and seeing. Like maggots all of them are wrigling upon the rotten fleshfloors and one by one become emashed into this dead organism.
I feel my consciousness my spirit melt. All i can see is the asymethric Minetstar.