THREE EPIC POEMS OF DARKNESS REVEALED. EXCERPT FROM A SAMPLE POEM--IN THE NAME OF SCREAMING BLOODthe sun-a glorified sun-seemingly majestic by nature-beheld as beautiful by many-feared and disgusted by the firstborn of the living dead-the rulers of night-the newborn death of nature-those who fly high in the midnight air-waving their scepters of ancient knowledge-the separation between the good of the people and the evil of their intentions-they never chose this way-this way choose themthe start of another feast of the living dead begins as the sun falls down-soon their victims will fall down as well-entering the scene of conforming to the night power-is also entering the scene of carrying out the pleasures of the seven deadly sins-those leading to the emotional and physical gratification-the seven deadly pleasure they know, love, and trust-that which fulfills them-is also that which drains us-draining us of our own personalized emotional and physical gratificationlet the show beginthe sun gracefully goes down-ever so apparent are the sprinkling stars which soon make the day bow down before them-they usually do-they are the true alpha and omega of how everything began-as it was in the beginning shall be so in the end-be sure to say your prayers before the night kicks in-one amen to those which believe-is the flick of the wrist to those who don't-a pardon for their disbelief in the ways of their elders who have gone on and expired-surrendered to the other side-the other side which hell has neatly ignored to suit the inhabitants who have called upon their own salvation to redeem themas their own salvation takes another into their own side-the salvation of the other side will naturally rule supreme-always has and always will-how fitting for the purified and red hot immortals which rule with the power they have assumed-one which has granted them an eternity in a place feared by many-gravely disturbed with the fear that the great indulging of their own vices would release them from the agonizing deceit of hell on earthsee her coffin-know her coffin-adapt to her destroying ways-she is the destroyer of all life forms-both good and evil-make no mistake around her-she will deliver pure ecstasy to you as your blood will drain passionately from your veins-know her-love her-for it is she which delivers the absence of life-then she will take your ecstasy from you-fulfilling her lust-fulfilling her desire-to roam through your life-then take it without a moment of hesitation-meet the woman of your darkest fears-and she gives nothing back as her coffin moves in its usual mechanical action-she is ready to satisfy her appetite-her appetite to snap your life in half-breaking you free of your dreams of a better life-delivering you into the nightmare of eternal death-and she wants bloodas she floats out of her coffin-she looks for her evening wake up drink-the nectar of last night's blood-another innocent victim has donated their essence to kick start her evening-an evening she always craves to begin-an evening promising her another glorious night-a night of red hot passion-craving soon to be fulfilled-too much is never enough and she is back in actionwith one quick look around-she moves on-not like a solemn prayer sent to nowhere above-she is prayer-a true blessing to her followers-whether they know it or not-and without a second of hesitation-she moves up and away-like a prayer-but this one is made with a solidified purposeher hair swings swings automatically around her seemingly perfect neck-just as the door swings in its unusual automatic direction-everything in her world has a purpose-even rusted out door hinges-she moves towards the last sight on the horizon-where that cursed sun was last seen-that unbelievable atrocity of where she hopes to never be seen by-the sun is just another heavenly entity she will never miss being apart from