The Moon Tonight Feels My Revenge

By Matthew Simmons

One-man black metal bands and stories, a short collection of short stories by Matthew Simmons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keyhole Press
• Release date: Oct 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452493336

Matthew Simmons

In total seclusion away from all things, God and I spent thousands of hours writing, inspiring, and constructing this book through Scripture references, supernatural experiences, the murderous occult, severe persecution, dryness of days in the wilderness, and channeling my thoughts like water to pen every jot and tittle of The Hijacked Mind. The Hijacked Mind was written for one purpose: To point every last soul to the risen Savior and the inerrant, God-breathed Word of God. I have plagiarized every scripture from the Word of God. This book is a candlelight to every soul walking in darkness and a chisel in the hand of God to sculpt people's pathways to find the light of the true, glorious gospel. The Hijacked Mind is not a love letter but an assault rifle filled with magazines of truth. This book is not destined to condemn you but to liberate you. This book shares the truth of Christ and the absolute existence of Christ. This book shares the biblical truths about heaven and hell, and if you do not believe in heaven or hell, that is because you worship your own back-porch philosophy and think your intellect supersedes the knowledge of God and the truth-this is ignorance during mating season. This book is Holy Spirit-inspired, and if you stare at those eyes on the front cover, you will be able to get a clear depiction of what a real demon looks like. God put these demons under supernatural surveillance, and I was able to survey and watch how demons operate while under the complete submission and supervision of the Holy Spirit. I was surrounded by hordes of demonic agents. This book was not penned, drafted, and written in a hybrid-style cabin viewing the Colorado snow-capped mountains, the Riviera, or sitting by a luxurious, blue-stained pool at the Hilton. This book was written in the bowels of a covenstead, an utter demonic hostel surrounded by witch practitioners of murder. My pains were stained on the pages of this book, a rip-roaring, long-spanning, and decade-defining horror. God has called me to write this book, The Hijacked Mind, chosen, while surrounded by wolves clothed in sheepskin, for times like these. By divine orchestration, this book is being employed to the spiritual battlefront to edify the kingdom of God and to crush the diseased fruits of darkness. This book is a tent peg of truth that needs to be driven into the mindset of this offended generation.

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The Moon Tonight Feels My Revenge: One-Man Black Metal Bands and Stories © 2010 by Matthew Simmons. Smashwords edition. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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ISBN: 978-1-4524-9333-6

Table of Contents

Xasthur

Sleep Underground

Striborg

This Mountain I Built

Wrath of the Weak

Baka Is the Night

Burzum

for Boduf Songs, Grouper, and Lotte Kestner

Xasthur

Xasthur is a one-man Black Metal band. The man who makes all the music calls himself Malefic.

I can be sure of none of what follows, but I will swear to its accuracy if pressed.

Malefic’s concerns are not so much Satanic as they are astral. Malefic spends his time pushing his consciousness out, not considering the limits of human freedom and will.

Because of this, Malefic spends 19 or 20 hours a day asleep. Or nearly asleep. In that mental space between consciousness and unconsciousness is where Malefic spends his time searching.

Malefic owns a house, but he spends all of his time in the basement. His bed is down there. He has a small bookshelf down there. Upstairs, a thin layer of dust covers everything. He has never been to the second floor of his home. Not once. He can’t remember where the stairs are. He has forgotten how many rooms are up there.

Because Malefic spends so much of his time asleep, or nearly asleep, he must rely on others to create his music. In his basement, he imprisons a host of tiny, green creatures. The tiny green creatures live only to create music. It is their evolutionary imperative. They live on blast beats and droning, hypnotic guitar riffs. They live on washes of reverb and delay.

In a way, they are like a Black Metal-making equivalent of the Doozers from Fraggle Rock. Seriously.

So, Malefic sleeps. And the creatures make music. And as he sleeps, the creatures keep a microphone next to him. And in his sleep, as he travels the outer limits of his brain, and searches for a crack in the barrier