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Date Posted: 14:18:27 02/09/03 Sun
Author: an Abzent Minded/O.M.N.I. collaboration
Author Host/IP: spider-tr024.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.201.184
Subject: VERSETYLE VISIONS pt 6....aint been a good story in here in a minute...yaul remember these? the new cats definately wont, but enjoy...."Fallen Angels: Angelic Battle".....peace muvafukas

And Azazel taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all 2 colouring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they 3 were led astray, and became corrupt in all their ways. . . . -- Enoch 8:1

Vision the Thrice Optics of ABZENT MINDED of O.M.N.I as AZAZEL

yea like the others...i once lived in heaven
but was cast out by my brethren gave me severed skin
in the wilderness i settled in minding my own business
spreading my wickedness upon simpletons strippin them
then Michael and the other Archangels exposed me(can you believe this shit)
told me i was unholy...i glared as they approached me
yea it was all four of em...Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael(hmph)
swelled up on me...chained me down in the desert of Dudael
then they impaled me into the fires of hell as wings flail
no matter those things were stale and my scars seem well
I still have let my genes sail inside of queen's cells
spawning giants compliant with with havoc and crying
no compromising i laughed while your sons were dying
fuck you very much if you think this tongue is lying till this day
i got lungs expiring(BUAA HA HA)

oh but wait....there's more!

for years i passed through sore souls spreading my evil
and no one knows so im tellin you in prose
what you thought the movie "Fallen" was just a show?
you peons have no idea...i've been around for EONS
i was there when noble leaders were peed on(ahhh)
the creator of CFC's namely freon with lungs to beat on
how do you want me to prove this? i mean tragedy is like music
how but this...you think Brutas had the guts to do shit?
pssst! what do you think about Judas(spineless weakling)
and i move through touch so be careful who you lust
i envoke you to improve your trust or have you strewn with guts
and dont try hunting me...i work well in the clutch
beat innocents holding the helm of a tusk

Azazel...the leader of Evil Angels....Son of Elohim

now they call me scapegoat?! i do what i want till i say so!
whether i fray throats or break bones or rape hoes!
thats what my fate chose dubbed leader of evil angels!
eveyone dies by an equal angle im just making sequels dangle!
leave people stangled by family's hands and siblings mangled!
and what?!?! I'm a demon...a fiend for the darkness intrigues things!
bleeding the masses leaving semon in asses with no particular
meaning in captions!
with screaming disasterous leave beings in fractions!
mean detachings followed by streams of gaspins!
leave you all with you're spleens collapsing!(just to let you die slow)

Tiiiiiimmmeeeeee...is on my side...yes it is...........Tiiiiiimmmmeeeeeee....is on my side....keep your eyes open.....


Versetyle the Abstract Assassin of Abzent Minded as Azrael:

‘That aint impressive, you haven’t ‘done anything compared to me… it aint no mystery that without me there would be no history…’


I existed in the mist before there had even been a thought of birth
My mind had the ultimate vision as these fingers entered Earth’s dirt
The rich soil and sands that moulded man left these blessed hands
The raw materials that would create beings to roam these varied lands
I had pleased the most high and was handed this divine scroll with a role
My duty is to forever keep track of and release all the Earth’s souls
The chapters of life are written and erased with an eternal persistence
And ‘Azreal’ will be the last to leave upon the final day of Earth’s existence


(the crowd isn’t impressed with this bragging session and starts to boo)


‘Oh its like that!’ you don’t appreciate all that I have done for you!
That’s it… now you’re gonna see what ‘the angel of death’ can really do!


***Azrael has a crazed look in his eyes as Azazel taunts him… then he flips out and throws his book across the room…***


The first person I come across is gonna get his body sliced right open
Pass my hands through the rotting flesh to get at the soul in a moment
Violently ripping your soul from your feeble torso agonisingly slow
Now in the afterlife I withhold the answers you desperately need to know
'fuck you find your own way to heaven; I’ve got many more souls to take’
In a rage smudging names all over the page, later I’ll claim it’s a mistake
‘Your life is pitiful, fuck you… this bastard is going straight to hell
Drowning this feeble being deep in the blood that lies in life’s well
Move on to where fiery evil dwells, even though you lived the ideal life
I just can’t stop slicing temporary gifts away with my celestial knife


‘Ahhhh… more souls… I need MORE SOULS…’


Everywhere skin is ripped off innocent victims, vile blood bath
My hands reach within to bring the soul across the final path
I welcome them to heaven, displaying an illusion of true paradise
Then remove it and watch flames of fear flicker in their eyes (buahaha)
Azrael has total control over all souls, women and children too
Oh you’ve got twin baby girls, great I’ll have a collection of two
‘More murders’, the more unexpected the death the better it feels
Skin is peeled off bones as you try and run away with no heals
Collapsing into a mush of blood and organs, I search for the soul
Stick my head into the fleshy mess and swallow that shit whole!!


‘You dare test Azrael ‘the angel of death’!!! I’ll put a black circle around this whole damn book!!!’

*** a leaf falls down with a message from God and Azrael has the look of shame upon his face, with his head down he returns to his endless duty… promising never again to sink to the level of the devil…***

"Azrael is forever writing in a large book and forever erasing what he writes: what he writes is the birth of man, what he erases is the name of the man at death." (the names of the damned are circled in black)


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