|When the holy becomes the defiled...|
The Cossack and the NaziNikolai Belinski, the once feared and infamous soldier in the Russian ranks, was reduced to skulling vodka in a dark, dank closet full of disfigured space suits. Of course he found it ironic, after dragging down anybody he could to get to his rank, he is brought out of his rapid ascension by those which are below him. (Sometimes literally.)The Cossack and the Nazi by Maggot--Medic
"Nikolai? .... Nikolai, I need to borrow your Ray Gun, I broke mien ammunition bag.."
A distinctly german accent awoke Nikolai from his drunken stupor. The nazi opened the closet door and peered inside at the cossack, who fled into the corner from the light like it burned the drunk.
"Y.. You only get if you.. Get me so-some.." Before Nikolai could finish his slurred sentence, he threw up in-between his legs. The vomit dripped from the corner of his mouth, onto his pus and blood stained jacket. He attempted to wipe it away with the back of his hand, but gave up quickly. Richtofen squatted next to Nikolai, taking in his drunken state with his sharp ey
Kino Der TotenBroken walls and Rotting roofs.Kino Der Toten by frost-of-fire
Torn curtains and Seats stained with blood.
A last stand faught in futility.
Screams and Howls as the Pain keeps moving.
A blast of cold air and another body collapses.
A shell through his head and a stringy explosion.
Endless waves of dead men walking.
A nightmare that just keeps coming.
You made them suffer.
You made them writhe.
They resent you.
They detest you.
The ones you call friends
Are no more than mere puppets.
You deserve it.
'Beware the Doc!' They screamed.
Well this is your grave.
The voices beckon you forth.
The pits of hell will welcome you.
Your a demon.
A coldblooded, Living, Demon.
Your pleasures are your downfall...
Your Sins will be your death.
They called you a hero.
A soldier of freedom.
You know that was a lie.
You were lucky.
You hide behind a mask of strength.
But masks have to be taken off sometimes.
The corpses in your closet haven't even shed their skin.
With each moment you feel reality pulled away.
I am Nemain. Hear me rawr. |
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