Arise Lord Erlik
den e inte klar men... thought I'd sample it.
my mothers hurt had begun, an outcast giving birth to a son destined to change what the earth had become for the scary matter growing in her very abdomen she was madea mere footnote to the contemporary mass of men like Mary Magdalene as soon as it hit, rumours were crisp, saints doomed her a witchcovered the abomination with a lunar eclipsesuddenly the earth was black no accident a worthless action happening the surface cracked and fragmented and immersed the shack we were packed up in in a perfect fraction of maximum illumination, a man with a puny face Turkish accent and javelin grabbed herbal wrappings then acted and he found her full of vomit, she redeemed herselfscreamed for help, the sounds were ultrasonicas soon as he heard'em, my father entered the room with the surgeon and extracted me from the womb of a virginI hungered souls of frightened soldiers, young or old, wonderful and mighty sculptures were struck down when thunder rolls and lightning bolts hit all covered in darkness, while there were angels abductedand volcanoes erupted, emerged the star studded and heartless half divine, half demonic, took my first breath in the midst of blood, placenta and a splash of vomit considered a morbid favourite of the pitiful lord who made itI licked the blood off my body, took my umbilical cord and ate itfather was gasping, struggled with catching his breath and stared at this inaccurate reflection of himself completely lacking of perfection the blackness of my essence wasn't matching his complexiona blasphemous bat was trapped in it's many anatomous deceptionsthe opposite of immaculate conception, a sacrilegious weaponthe detached Dracula collapsed, muscles contracted every secondbody so contorted, the film & audio recorded is probably so distorted, you hardly know this ungodly show was preorderdained
a difficult task trying to keep my biblical wrathvisually masked behind the pitifully crafted physical mass
claw like nails, red pupils, eyes blacker than tar, body tattered with scars my features are that of a god the shattered facade concealed an intricate mess anomalies inhibited the limited flesh, things that benefit death I transcended, but was banished below, branded a foe by he who painted the sky and put the planets in rowI admired my father, punished cus I aspired his stardom by the higher regarded a tiresome problemI proceeded to settle as the leader of rebels my aim remainedangels claimed my cohorts were in league with the devil people pardon the makers, truth is god is a sadistforced himself on my mother, my father's a rapiststill I see his flawed creations applauding his greatnesswith the darkest of hatred I started to martyr the faithlessbarred from the gates doomed to wander between till my honour's redeemed and I'm no longer is seen as a monger of screams quality over quantity
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.
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