Philopsher Quotes

“Stupendous carnage was painted on the canvas, A depiction of repulsion was executed around the structure. It revealed its dark emblem by painting its sinister Red. Three intertwined bloated eyes are encrusted together, awfully deformed - the horrendous stench of decay can be smelt from it, for it exudes a sulfurous aroma of rotting animals. A torn torso of a butchered rabbit laid on the eye sockets, with all its arms, legs, and head severed off. A sludge-like, bubbling, dripping fluid oozed from the abnormally large eyes, leaving the ground deserted to rust and becoming the midst of a terrible famine. Blood Gushes from the slashes of each hideous eye, gouging out gore from the torn skin, spluttering and erupting gasping cries as it struggles in its own twisted misery of giving birth, as it was preparing to give shape-shifting life to a black-glass body, horn-like entity, unlike any childbirth you have ever witnessed. Satanic was this creature, whose muscle mass was disintegrated. All of his blood was squeezed out, forlorn and cold to the touch. The thorns on his head were intertwined into horns. A serpent's nose and wolf-like fangs were all this child had, as he had no gift of sight or hearing, he had only the smell of terror as his power.”
― D.L. Lewis

“Bring forth the fires of abyssal flames. Let lose the legion of demonic entities to ravage the earth. Let the harp of Nero sing praise to the chants of fallen deities once again. Let the silence of angles carve out the hearts of false believers. Come forth, Child of Tarot, of wander and signs, release your plague and terror upon the sphere of leprosy lambs that govern this world.”
― D.L. Lewis

“I am he, Hell within mercy, as Almighty spawned in vain. Anguish on the bastard throne, I crucify the last martyr. Born with a heinous offering, I decay the lies of Holy. Whoring the seed through the cunt of a serpent, I sought the plagues as her juices spew on me. Anointed by the prongs of sin,
blasphemy reaches its darkest manifestation. Conjure of unlight swells within thy legions of thy great accuser, as thy wrenched is for thy Satan comes forth at the dawn of reckoning.”
― D.L. Lewis

“Through my departed spirituality that once enlightened me, I pour out the forbidden magic that the Divine has prohibited. I, lonesome and inky with disfigured knowledge, hold firmly to the influence of Lovecraft & Poe. I abide for the blackness, for I am the rabbit's disciple of sinister terror, beautiful dreamscapes, and bizarre phenomena.”
― D.L. Lewis