No my name isn't Lawrence, I don't have a penis. I am not anyone other than myself.
I never understood the "Lawrence" name on my page either. I'm positive my site wasn't hacked. When I tried seeing where on my page that name was I not only couldn't remove it, I couldn't even find it. So maybe not being on DeviantART isn't such a bad thing after all.
I did make my real identity known recently to about four people whom I would rather they not reveal themselves to verify my identity lest Nicky then suspect them of being me, otherwise I would have them come forward not to say who I am, but who I am not.
I also expected that page to close, I just didn't expect Nicky to fill the comments with such awesome evidence against his own character.
I'm not sure why a fight between two other people made it into all of this, but from what I've read about the person some suspect me of being I just assume deal with one nutjob's drama and that be it.
And now, for something completely different
the voice that never speaks is always heard.
the prayers I speak are denied,,
words left unspoken, forever one is broken.
The angels speak but only are fallen.
This remains spoken
but never heard, my sins are bleed
the only thing seen is the blood on my hands,,
the nails driven deeper to the bones,
a pain I cannot speak of
The cut upon my knees I bleed,,
the salvation one speaks of is never heard
only thing audible,,,
the laughter of hypocrisy,,
In the beginnings of this site, quite a few of you have visited my page and I was without a picture to show you,-- a ghost writer so to say.. now I finally posted one of me and I will have others shortly. If some of you think that I am faking my morbidity, you can ask my friend, Clinton Theile since he is the one that typed Spiral Torment for me or my current ex-girlfriend, ** (at the time she took this picture we were dating, now we are no longer together.)-- she took this photo that reveals the face behind the infamos Writings From The Grave.
These next few links will take you into the darkest visions that were ever thought up by a single human being on the web. The horrors are as nightmarish as the realities deplictied written withing the fictional works and dark essays. --they will tear your soul apart.
There are three poems that I like to share with you on this page.
In sands that remain,,
the evil stares onward,,
and the prayers are spoken,,
within the lungs of hell,,
all that is seen, a nightmare,,
a nightmare in the shadows,,
unhallowed this night,,
blackened from the Eyes,,
from the eons of the enternal..
Blind -- infernal torment,,
hellish fears come to life ,,
as the children of BAAL pray,,
to the creature from the sea,,
the thing is waiting -- blackened,,
the souls throbbing in hell,,
hearing the sound of the bell,,
Satan's slaves see all that remains,,
the eyes in the black,,
all that is left to be,,
in the shadows rapture,,
The darkenings rage as the bell starts tolling,,
the times rage onward into hell.
In the eyes,,
all that remain,,,
a creature that sleeps,,,
1000 years,, in the eve,,
in the eternal lie,,
bring the eons that death may die
many lives are burned,,,
shattered souls within the abyss,,
all that is seen,,cosmic paranoia,,
the creature that sleeps,,,
a nightmare within the lie,,
in the dreams in stranger eons,,
that death may die,,,
laughing,,, watches his childen wear white robes,,
and pointy hats -- being hung from the trees,,
nothing can save them because of what they have done,,
the evil that all men do,, happens to live on forever in the spirit,,
this spirit,, the spirit of the Cthulthu,,