Arise Lord Erlik [Ren skriven]
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 made
a mere footnote to the contemporary mass of men like Mary Magdalene
as soon as it hit, rumours were crisp, saints doomed her a witch
tried to cover the abomination with a lunar eclipse
suddenly 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 herself
screamed for help, the sounds were ultrasonic
as soon as he heard'em, my father entered
the room with the surgeon and extracted me from the womb of a virgin
I 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 abducted
and 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 it
I licked the blood off my body, took my umbilical cord and ate it
father 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 complexion
a blasphemous bat was trapped in it's many anatomous deceptions
the opposite of immaculate conception, a sacrilegious weapon
the detached Dracula collapsed muscles contracted every second
body 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 wrath
visually masked behind a 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 row
I admired my father, punished cus I aspired his stardom
by the higher regarded a tiresome problem
I proceeded to settle as the leader of rebels my aim remained
angels claimed my cohorts were in league with the devil
people pardon the makers, truth is god is a sadist
forced himself on my mother, my father's a rapist
still I see his flawed creations applauding his greatness
with the darkest of hatred I started to martyr the faithless
barred 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
that's why when I drop, I drop responsibly
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.