The Ultimate Evil Electronic Chapbook
written by: brado creamed corn author: Bradley R. A. Pine
Copyright Bradley R. A. Pine 1993
Published by: brado creamed corn recordings Publishing at: Smashwords
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DEAD LOST
lost in a world without
normal human perception
slowly stalking an unknown
humanoid: watching and waiting
now the moment to confront
the extra-terrestrial life
we meet, talk: "any hits?"
surely enough the most alien
species indulges those
perspective altering narcotics
being free to a new aura
of life, my newly found friend
and i consumed drugs – we
coasted off to a weird world
of great peace and tranquility
(brought on by tranquilizers)
where all was balanced in a
free flowing care environment
desired needs: gimmie-a-fixes
were totally killed off
the alien and i became one with our
surroundings all of this one being
individual to the same scene
a component of a puzzle creating
universal harmony through unified
culture: an art's masterpiece and as gods of no care
critiqued, i had found satisfaction
my lifetime achievement through a stranger, for i had
touched death.
DEAD LOST 2?
i think i'm dead i don't know though
do the dead think? i've never been
dead before so am i wasting
precious time now? i wonder if
i should have some expectations
maybe death is something i have
been involved with always and so
i am my own demise i hope
that's what it is but what does that
earn at this point? i can't share that
thought with other ones because they're
either dead like me or alive
and out of reach i guess i'll just
lie here like a dead-dead object
no more worries but what about
the others i've left behind? oh
well it doesn't matter that much
any how for they'll all become
hell bound through time i wish i had
a cigarette but then again
what use would that be without a
structure to use to inhale and
exhale with let alone enjoy
the killer with this dead life sucks
i wonder why science gave me
nothing to look forward to when
it has offered me a before
approach of my existence: life
and death are like evil siblings
related they hate each other.
ONE ALEISTER CROWLEY
now aleister crowley
was a spiritual man
an artist of the occult
repulsed by the christian ways
so he followed his own faith
a supernatural church
his peers disapproved of him
a hysterical homo?
he, the great beast 666
prophet of a new aeon
but banned by Mussolini
bestial cravings for sex
deficiency for drug use
(addicted to heroin)
obsession for his own strength
black magic was his bible
DISTORTED TOMBSTONE
only one tombstone unexplored feeling
do not hesitate greetings to the black
symptoms satisfy i have a girl
she is my headache keep me slow burning
encounter more years distorted coolness
MALICKI SAYS…
oh six-hundred sixty-six! - i'm completely isolated
non-conformists are my brethren - immortalized entertainer
i'm following the impulses - drinking towards stupidity
religion helps my journey home - lunatics triumph over me
utilize all the elements - i sin without hesitation
enchanting for animation - old believers need tradition
the night easily keeps me dark - brutality is from the blood
factions rule all into fractions - paganism independence
extreme prejudice is extreme - peasants see true reality
a holy fool is one who cares – communication’s the tool
someday i will win without war – oh six-hundred sixty-six!
overthrow the corrupt - government anarchy
dismantle the pieces - one by one destroying
pointless cause foolish way - nervosa displacement
stock yourself up with some weaponry - prep for war when we fight
a battle hand to hand - no man's land maggots will
prosper on the fallen - human life eat the flesh
abandoned from the soul - the dead lost flies arise
from our graves take control - six-hundred sixty-six!
RESONATING DEAD FREQUENCIES
time exposure beneficial learn from burden Salvationist
deliverance from all evil the next world thy kingdom come
brain disorder retaliate overflowing with excitement
dark emitting final entry screaming echoes lead you astray
follow your lead guide followers influencing composition
THE ASYLUM
rubber room padded cell
i'm insane can't break free
straight jacket locks my limbs
motionless i still see
narcotics influence
persona i'm not me
orderlies violate
injuring this can't be
big fat nurse raping me
sweating lard fuck the ham
the mess hall serves dead shit
just smile eating spam
bullet holes scarred my brain
thanks a lot son of sam
alien in my head
neurosis - fucking damn!
THE FALLEN EMPIRE FIG
from work to power
from force to might
i ruled the tower
i ruled the site
greed was gift
hate was lust
need brought drift
fate brought bust
a fallen empire is all i own
a fallen empire recall my stone
FLUSHING HUMAN BRAINS
flushing human brains and clogging up my drains
good riddance to them i suck bloody phlegm
ice picking you down, i am licking your crown
my evil has arised, you've met your demise
remaining to harm the honest, butchering for entertainment,
my pact with evil
influencing others to die, enjoying the sights of torture,
we suffer darkness
living for the thrill of a kill, revenge satisfies the lacking,
of protection
slaughtered bodies decomposing, all the flies seem disorganized,
as they repossess
naked little girl will cry, she begins to hurl and die
the fucking bitch had gotten sick, cause her maxi pad had rotten dick
all i can say is they will die
they begin to hurl and cry
yes, i am really very sick
i have some sort of psycho kick
dead end, let's meet, barrel to head
trigger is pulled, body jerks tight
nowhere is found, i'm on the ground
leave me alone, i've gone back home
my trip finished, flashbacks erase
datelines i lived, written by blood
to scare people, provoke some thought
results arise, remains divide
all of the bodies are misplaced
disfigured by me and disgraced
my murder victims i do hide
there are no laws i shall abide
flush!
THE GRAVEYARD’S BEAUTY
a curious shift in architecture
nothing's better than the graveyard's beauty
the bodies hidden away from the light
and underneath life awaiting trial
SATAN FALLS
satan is my jesus
jesus is my satan
the false prophet
the falls' prophet
DEAD TIRE
with fully automatic fire, i shot a car and blew a tire
people inside? who gives a (damn) fuck?