Through this much pain and suffering
My fingers are red with blood
And my hands caress the eyes of the moon
They bear the dawning of the light
Weighed down by the dripping of tendrils
My ears excrete the vomit of the pale
Only revealing the obscurity
The dark web penetrates my bones
To unleash the inner chasm
Five points towards all eternity
And the rest towards nothing
Wrinkles of flesh protruding
Punishing an aforementioned life
The ghastly cause of my creation
Pulsates in the life of excrement
Disfigured and unholy
These branches flow forth from my mouth
Grasping towards the blackness
Unseeming amongst the feeble hordes
The leaves suffocating as their face contorts
In spasm
What teeth bite upon the wretched?
An impetuous ravaging of treachery
Bursting through sin and innocence alike
The sword is thrust
Through the will of my eyes
The glisten is not tainted by their blood
Its reflection strengthens the grasp
Thrown beyond the hatred of filth
The red sky is only the vesture of sanity
Compared to the seething pulse of the unconforming
Writhing, with one eye it sees
And the other it casts down
It flows upward, with plodding devastation
And it has to see no more
F*ck the ones who dare
To gaze upon the true
Piercing through the gaze of my heart
And biting whimless on the spire
An approaching breath
To hurl down it's weeping fowl
A feeble moisture of flesh
Unrelenting in its carnal ferocity
I bathe in that grasp
To assimilate the swarm of fealty
And rape the unwilling pustule of god
Unto me, and before the reeling chasm