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To: A FriendAdam,To: A Friend by ReSurrendered-Hero
Why are you hiding?
You who walked with God,
And talked with God,
Sit hiding in a cave.
Of your own creation.
I can hear you screaming.
You haven’t said a word,
But it’s there,
In the dark,
Bouncing off the walls of your mind.
You who walked in glory,
Why did you run away?
Hiding behind your lies,
And your ties,
Goodbyes to Paradise.
Can’t you hear it?
Heaven cries out your name,
Pleading for an answer,
Still lives in your soul.
Can’t you hear me?
Calling with the same volume of your cries,
Reaching into your heart,
And the darkness of your mind,
All of heaven and earth,
And is to come,
A symphony of sound and passion,
Crying at once,
Blood Anchor teaser (rough draft)Ozias, a young man studying at the local academy, had lived a fair life free of any significant danger or risk, and looked forward to a steady and stable future. So one can imagine his surprise when he awoke unable to remember what happened the previous few days with dried blood matted across his face.Blood Anchor teaser (rough draft) by carnifex125
It didn't take him long to realize he had awoken in the abandoned library downtown, but what really threw him off, was that in one hand he held a list with several of the names of his close friends scribbled onto it, and in the other hand was a large and loosely grasped goblet.
One that had clearly been filled with blood recently.
He touched his face lightly, and pushing aside the denial he wanted so desperately to listen to, he put two and two together.
Before panic even had a chance to get a foothold, a splitting headache erupted that made Ozias glad he was sitting down. Amongst the fog of pain, he could discern individual voices, voices that sounded just as confused and in pain as he.
A World Awaits (free chapters)Will you trust Me?A World Awaits (free chapters) by hrwilliams
Carver still thought he heard thudding music from the car. Maybe the squeal of tires, too. They echoed in his skull as he regained consciousness.
Vision clearing, he glimpsed a sliver of cotton white sky. Then the dark buildings came into focus. An old woman peered at him from the window of her slum apartment. A cluster of dead-eyed kids watched from another.
His knee throbbed. That's where the car had first struck him. His forehead throbbed from hitting the windshield, which had pin wheeled him over the roof and onto the cracked asphalt.
The car was long gone now, leaving nothing but a scent of fuel and fear and shock. Not their fault. The street had been totally empty until someone had pushed him into it.
The next thing he was aware of was a girl’s voice.
As he sat up, rubbing his temple, her heavy boots clomped toward him. Ruby was sixteen, her hair an intentionally grungy blonde, her body crammed into all-black clothes that seemed a pinch too small f
Uuzarus: RedemptionTimes have been hard lately, and whatever was left of my savings had already run dry. To make things worse, business for a bounty hunter has become exponentially scarce as the world becomes more "civilized". Even with no wife or family to support, the cost of living has caught up with how I make mine.Uuzarus: Redemption by carnifex125
My name is Ezbon, and I have become a desperate man. Truly speaking I’ve always fought a losing battle with my finances, but it’s become worse lately. I found myself waking early in an alley with only litter and broken boards for company. It was too cold for anything with much of a survival instinct to sleep outside, but I only had enough money for either bread or a bed, and at the time I was ravenous.
Three days ago I accepted an unusual job with very high pay. I was to bring back proof of a killed target to some royalty figures with more money than they knew what to do with, then accept a payment that would have me set for months. I was sent to this rustic village to hunt do
Ashes Fall Like SnowAshes fall like snowAshes Fall Like Snow by FeatherlynneXWarrior
Blackness becomes white
Peaceful symbols ravage God’s virgin
As if it were duty
Not a care at all
Fearful hearts beat like butterfly wings
As the smoke of burning dreams drift onto souls of stone
For no love goes past these gates
Blown out like candlelight
Who flicker bravely in the dark
Until systematic death snuffs out hope
And scalding tones
Ring like bells
And beat like drums
Song of hopelessness caress the dying
And go unheard by men of stone
For trepid hearts beat like butterfly wings
To a dead summer
Snowflakes become ashes
Innocent become guilty
Life becomes death
Good becomes evil
So says the signature
Of the tyrant
Who should have died
With his hate
Burn, burn, burn
Don’t scorch the gold
But cast out the diamonds
Like the scum we have been told they are
Like the darkness we have become
The embodiment of all things hell
For we have become the very demons
We vowed to burn
For ashes fall just
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WELCOME ALL TO THE SCARLET CHAPEL
An interdenominational Christian group aimed towards those of faith who partake in (sub)cultures such as Dark Wave, Punk, Goth, Soft Goth, Emo, Scene, Metal, Rock, Industrial, Grunge, Lolita, Straight Edge, and the like...The-Scarlet-Chapel is for men and women of similar taste and belief in Christ to use their abilities and speak out against the grain of stereotypical expectations, and have lots of fun doing so. Best thing is, they would also be glorifying God in a brand new light. ❤
HOW TO JOIN US
In order to become a member of the Chapel, ALL APPLICANTS for membership MUST AGREE & ABIDE at least to the statement of faith, which can be found below:
STATEMENT OF FAITH:
"I have repented my sinful ways and have accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, the Son of God in the flesh, who has died & risen for me to be with Him in eternal life."
"Excuse me, but isn't this a sort of dark Christian group? Isn't that sort of...weird?"
Depends on why you think it's weird. As far as definitions go, anyone can be dark, regardless of gender, belief, and/or background. There is also no biblical law that says you need to have a certain taste or personality in order to be a Christian: they will bear fruit of the Holy Spirit, regardless of taste and preference. The Lord wants us to come and worship him as we are:
Dark Art is anything that is emotional, unsettling, serious, or dark in both context and in the type of picture/text. It is not just horror, macabre, expressing of depression or mutilation.
This type of art, whether digital, traditional or photography, etc., is encouraged in this group while maintaining a Christ centered &/or biblical message.
Please make sure your work is "obviously" Christ Centered or Biblically based. Be specific in the art, words or description. Leave no room for guessing.
No pornographic, nude imagery, sexual, and/or inappropriate representation.
No inappropriate gore and/or self-harming pics or works.
No art indicating harassment towards other deviants.
No art that undermines sin. You can make art about a sin or the topic of sin, but as Christians we should do our best to avoid indulging in them in a way that makes them look “ok”.
Please submit your works into the appropriate folders!
- Featured (submit all works that are not semi-dark or literature here)
- Semi-Dark (artworks that are not-so-dark as the rest of the arts in the gallery)
- Literature (poems, stories, and pieces deserve their own section)
NOTE: If you wish to join or if you are a member who wishes to participate, we require we practice what we preach. If we agree to these tenants, we must live them as well. Do not feel rejected, when you decide to submit anything contrary to Scriptures or that promotes sin, regardless of what society says about it. The Word of God is not up for social change. Membership requirements may be changed without notice.