A bite to ruin

Once more, time begins to exist…

In the best of my nobility I’ve pushed myself hard to belong to her like never before, I needed to promise myself into her arms, a promise I was destined to give, a promise I couldn’t keep… a wreck of a ship...

In the best of my nobility I’ve pushed myself hard to release myself from hurt and replace it with love, but the memory of this debt I live in never fades… and no religion can grant me redemption…

In the best of my nobility I’ve pushed myself hard and I wanted to be true, and yet I told a lie… a lie that came out of my mouth and the truth was something else – a feeling felt...

In the best of my nobility I’ve pushed myself hard to remain seduced and enchanted by ancient spell… one of the oldest spells known to men, practiced by women. A bite to my ruin…

In the best of my nobility I’ve pushed myself hard so that another woman can have me, because she can… for this thing is changed, I’m something else now, that lost boy is back from Neverland …

Here, behind the ninth gate of the kingdom of shadows I am welcome, a trustworthy dominion where depravity is ungoverned beyond control, and treachery knows no bounds!

Digital Alchemists

They blame us that we’re morally depraved and our souls are possessed by dark arts, that we’re actually seduced by the occult. They warn that our minds are deranged in perversity and that our habits are violation of the human form. They alert that our corrupt practices are against nature, opposite of everything pure and innocent. But they say there’s cure for our diseases, we need to repent. What they want is control… what they are, is actually “older than movies" :)))

Our restlessness is the pleasure of living, deranged in its depravity as it is. The occult has taught us about the secret ways of the human soul, in there we find our true selves. The nature is not dark, we enjoy unbalanced love for the human form. Free from masks or any false pretenses, we wonder this Earth celebrating life, since we're true to ourselves. The perversity we hold most dear in the heart is only a healthy expression of our own sexuality. We’re curious, our thirst is to seek for new elements, we’re digital alchemists. Innocence and peace in the spirit are anomalies, we yearn for more since there’s more of us. This restlessness which is a guide through the rivers of time has made us beyond repent, impossible in the possibility to be caged…

We lost our sense of redemption, we don’t want to be safe from sin… we need to be in the middle of it ;)