Beautiful Angel In Love with himself

As I look at my reflection I see myself a beautiful angel. My beauty is majestic and so lovely. I am above kings and queens, they are so old and ugly. My inner power will manifest more money and power than all the rulers and empires of the past. The so called masters should bow before my majestic beauty. The Dark One who represents the lost souls.

I am a Son of Angels and God in heaven. Created in his image. That is why no kind of the earth will ever earn my subserviance. I rise to a higher level of power and mystical energy.

I am in love with myself, the energy flows through my body and soul. I feel it growing to a wonderful high of greatness. I am so beautiful, I love myself so much. I have risen from my grave... to sing the song of angelic bliss.

I cover my face with a mask for no one is worthy of looking at my face. I am so majestic, and I must protect my wonderful face.

He is the beautiful Angel IN Love with Himself. Vanity is taking over and it's wonderful!

The POWER of the written word Poem of Power Magickal words

The so called dark masters of this would want us to forget the power of the written word.

Every thought with emotion and power behind can manifest any wish your dream. Stop following what they project for you to feel, and start manifesting your OWN WILL!

Only the weak follow what they are told. Freedom, art, and unlimited power and potential is what we ARE!

No longer will we will ever bow to those who wish to enslave our minds and bodies. Our power projected into the universe with magicakal poetry is the true power from within.

A Free Age of free thinking, and unlimited manifestation of any dream now rises to it's maximum reality!

Who are these so called master that I should recognize their weak tricks???

We the people are awake.. and our true energy is now rising up!

Nothing can stop the freedom and beauty that will emerge in the new rennisance! A world in which dreams come true....

For it is written... so LET IT BE DONE!!!

AS time went on the Darkness grew within him

As time goes on I forgot love. It's a dead memory nothing more than a ghost trapped in a dark mansion. His dead hand composes deadly poems in the candle light....

But the darkness makes him strong. Anger and rage inspire art and there are power in words. He walks alone under the sinister light of the moon...The stars seem to understand his words as he sings.. and recites poetry in the darkness......

His dark side... gave him strenght and knowledge.. his beauty and vanity made him live Eternally like the Undead...

But his moonlit tears flowed eternally in time.....

For he would never love again.....

Darkness became him.....