Just wanted to share... Children mutilated to make choir of seraphim, their songs a cry to heaven that heaven did not hear.
- Anne Rice 's Cry to Heaven pg. 510.

The death of one is a tragedy. The death of a million is just a statistic.
- Marilyn Manson's Fight Song.

I've felt the hate rise up in me.
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves.
I wander out where you can't see.
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed.
- Slipknot's Wait and Bleed.

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom

The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

A prayer to a god who's deaf and blind

- HIM's Funeral of Hearts.

We are the new diabolic.
We are the bitter bucolic.
If I have to give my life, you can have it.
We are the pulse of the maggots.
- Slipknot's Pulse of the Maggots.

I won't let this build up inside me.
-Slipknot's Vermilion Pt 1.

For here, apart, dwells one whose hands have wrought.
Strange eidola that chil the world with fears;
Whose graven runes in times of dread have taught
What things beyond the star gulfs lurk and leer,
Dark Lord of Averoigne - whose windows stare
On pits of dream no other gaze could bear!
-H.P Lovecraft.

More to come. Having memory lapse now.  ¶ 3:44 pm