The Queen of Hearts

There was once a beautiful queen
More beautiful than any woman seen.
She intoxicated many of men’s hearts
The Queen of Hearts.

She took all she wanted
And brought them to her bed.
She would not stop once they start
The Queen of Hearts.

She took a married peasants son
But the mans wife came and turned the queens bed crimson.
The poor Queen of Hearts
She lost hers.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed

The Ritual

The figures gather

And a woman walks forward with a stagger.

The cultists align themselves into circles

With marks on them of eldritch swirls.

They tie her to the alter

The high-priest with dagger in hand doesn't falter.

He plunges the dagger in to her chest

While chanting the incantations without rest.

With one last gargled scream

Her body bursts forth like meat in through a seam.

From her body comes a beast

Made of the flesh of man and beast.

The cultists bow down to there masters servant

With its eyes dark and horns curved and bent. 

It speaks in a dark tongue that's heard for miles

The cult accepts its new orders with smiles.

The meeting disbands

Apostles of the god of many hands.

They go out to bring fourth many more

And make the world like a open sore.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed

This Insane Nightmare

For some nightmares haunt them while they sleep
While they lie in a blanketed heap.
For others they are haunted every day
By demons that don't flee form the suns ray.

Some suffer familial abuse
And desire to give up, and that there is no use.
Some see no escape
From the endless rape.

Some give in to rage
In this violent age.
Death is a step away
We live day by fearful day.

But who cars?
The ones, through blacked screens, who give curious stars?
No, tragedy is profit
Hell's fire is lit.

"Yes we'll fix the problem, now take this t-shirt and mug."
Says the ones who, on the deaths of innocents, make a buck.
Do you think anyone's eyes are open?
That anything will change because of the promises of false men?

No, lies only breed false hope
And we'll die by that gallows rope.
Insanity surrounds use
And we still stab ourselves with weapons of rust.

All we ever do is fight each other
Mother against father, sister against brother.
We've blinded ourselves with politics
And we'll have to cross the river Styx.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed

Sons Of Odin

Here we stand at the nothern sea
Men who’ll never flee.
We board the dragon ship
With swords at our hip.

Our shields are ready
And our archers hands steady.
With sword and spear
We’ll spread fear.

We cross the sea
With oar and breeze.
We raid cities and towns
And worship with battle sounds.

We spill Christian blood
Like a crimson flood.
We come like wolfs out of the den
We are the Sons of Odin.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed.

God Of Judgement

God of judgement, righteousness, and all things
Bless our swords that sing.
Guide our path
And let us be your wrath.

Let us kill the followers of false gods
And shatter their kingdoms with iron rods.
Let us decimate their idols
And raze their false temples.

But spare those who cast down there ways
And cast down their worship of the suns rays.
Let us show mercy to orphans and widows
And curse those who rape their daughters and wifes.

Judge us as we’ve judged
And forgive us as we’ve forgave.
Give mercy to those who gave mercy
And butcher those who butchered.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed

Eat, Drink, And Be Merry

Once there was a man who feared God
And lived by the rod.
Once there was a man so selfish
He wouldn’t even give the scraps off his dish.

They both lived and died
And in the grave they reside.
There souls were taken.
We can’t say which was saved and which was forsaken.

What concerns those who rise from there bed
Does not effect those who are dead.
Life is meaningless
For in death we take nothing, neither riches nor beautiful dress.

We all decay and rot
For it is our lot.
So eat, drink, and be merry
For you do not know when you’ll have to pay deaths ferry.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed

Look At The Shepherds Herd

Look at the shepherds herd
Where between kin strife is stirred.
See them divide
Each picking a side.

They have segregated themselves into whites, blacks, and greys
Hear them bicker for days.
Desolation’s wolves are let loose
And it tightens the noose.

The relations of the sheep continues to sour
And so they are devoured.
Crushed are the divided
Protected and guided are the United.

Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed