Soul - Oh Heavenly Father... pt 1 what up.my mothers hurt had begun, an outcast giving birth to a son destined to change what the earth would becomeas soon I kicked, the rumour caught wind, saints doomed her a witch& tried to cover the abomination with a lunar eclipsefor the scary matter growing in her very abdomenshe was made a mere footnote like mary magdalenesuddenly the earth was black no accident a worthless action happening the surface cracked & fragmented & immersed the shack we were packed up inin a perfect fraction of maximum illumination, a man with a puny face & a turkish accent & javelin grabbed herbal wrappings & acted thenfound her full of vomit, she redeemed herselfscreamed for help, the sounds were ultrasonicas soon as he heard'em, my father enteredthe room with the surgeon & extracted me from the womb of a virginI hungered souls of frightened soldiers, young or old, wonderful & mighty sculptures crumbled so when thunderrolls and lightning bolts hit all covered in darkness, while there were angels abducted& volcanos erupted, emerged the star studded and heartless half divine, half demonic, took my first breath in the midst of blood, placenta & a splash of vomit considered a morbid favourite of the pityful lord who made itI licked the blood off my body, took my umbilical cord & ate itthe opposite of immaculate conception, a sacriligious weaponthe detached dracula collapsed muscles contracted every second father was gaspin, struggled with catchin his breath & stared at this inaccurate reflection of himself completely lackin of perfection the blackness of my essence wasn't matching his complexiona blasphamous bat was trapped in it's many anatomous deceptionsbody so contorded, the film & audio recorded is probably so distorted, you hardly know this ungodly show was preordainedclawlike nails, red pupils, eyes blacker than tar, body tattered with scars my features are that of a godthe shattered facade concealed an intricate messanomalies inhibited the limited cest mimicing flesh, things that benefit death a difficult task trying to keep my biblical wrathvisually masked behind a pityfully crafted physical massdon't be afraid to say hi.peace.