Sunday, March 30, 2008

Questioned In Thought

Putrid sphere!
As petrified sheep you hail
Lest The Clement raises His hand to strike
Invoke divine mercy
Split your wounds, twist a rust blade in
To live is to die
And to be worth the gift of death
Set yourself aflame

Watch you die I shall
Laugh at you I might
Solemnize I could
Forgive you I will

Pain is timeless
In waves of abhorrent motions it ghasts
I run into this wave in fervency
Like crawling through fields of protruding blades and glass shards
Smiling in laceration, so delighted
For wounds hurt, but they heal
Ultimate achievements await!

Mourn no more, creation.
Let yourself not be mere flesh
Dance!
Praise!
Infect the rotting corpses
Inject them anti-death strands
Reshape this pagan world
My wrath, it will transcend
I will freeze time and move ahead

Maha Kali!
Slay the wicked
Slay those who oppose
Slay the fucking whores
Slay!
FUCKING SLAY!!

Feed my soul, trepidation shall pass
My quarry of sin shall be blasted clear
And I will be Your holy temple again, Lord
Let me be your manifest once more

Why am I given life?
Save me...