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Head bowed, kneeling before the Almighty. My life was checked and balanced, ready to take the stand for my final testament. All eyes were watching me creatively, undressing my sins every chance they had gotten. A shrine of holy water rested before me, shoving my own face down into it. Sizzling. It touches me that I get burned by this liquid matter. It just reconciles everything I have preached, everything that made up my feeble existence. My reason for living now becomes so clear, the knowledge that I can't die. I will never die. This was my gift. You can deem it as a curse but I cherish the after thought. Carrying spirits past the plane of consciousness, to a world that dies every night fall, and a world that comes alive with the sparking of a bright star. Did you see the ones that fall from out reached heavens? A trail is left that tells a fairy tale, a long hoping desperation that arrival is sudden impact, and death blooms, allowing insects such as bees to carry the ill fated pollen among the masses. Spread the disease, I think you're fucking dying. Pestilence shrivels prosperity, the definition of my being. You can stare, and never see the true beautiful hiding in pale skin, torturous eyes, and a smile as crooked as a jagged edge. Walk this edge, tip toes and nimble feet, secure the balance it takes for me to grasp so many different aspects of my creation. Why am I here? No matter where I turn and look, it's a mirror reflection of hideous sky mammoths. Watch your god damn step you foul creature, you nearly crushed my opposition for me. That would start a catalyst, a plague riding war horse that would burn this mother fucking world to the brink of oblivion.

How can we stress the importance of striding towards another millennium with humanity intact? The plan will soon be set in motion, our million man march towards destruction. Watch those bright eyes fading faster than a pen drop or teeny bop panties, crusted with the remembrance of that first attempt at sexual reproduction. This was murder, child abandonment, and a rather pleasant mental picture. Unzipping pants to release the tension of a reprimanded testimony, do you see the pretty colors cascaded over a realm of possibilities? Do you see it? There, in a timeless manner, no time for rest when dumb founded dwellings walk among us. Rain on me with toxic waste, contemplate genocide of seconds, destroy clockwork. You're only getting closer to death with each tick, my love sack gives familiar damp regions an itch. My skin is becoming frail, the sun rashes my handsome figure causing me to engulf myself in disgusting vitals. Pop the cork, hose down tit shaking bounces. Please God, let them be wearing white tees.

Yep, in my white tee.

Have you ever tasted blood? It's bland, thick, revitalizing. Take a look inside, something's missing. Is it a heart? Lung? It's the soul. Created as a monster, freed upon the world after climbing out of the womb, clawed hands tearing prenatal flesh from inwards. As my eyes grasp their first sight of existence, a am dropped atop my head. My ass spanked because I'm not breathing, I'm not crying. I get pinched so I swipe the doctors throat with my razor nails. The doctor crumbles and folds like a piece of notebook paper and the mess is teasing. Scared for their lives, those in hind sight vanish without a trace. Nothing vanishes without a trace. They are all under your floor boards, scratching for salvation. Their rust is consumed in a matter of freight, tingly spider webs inscription details for a death trap. You god damn sinister arachnid, eight legs to consume anything that comes upon your dynasty. You want to fuck with a rule freak show? Enter a void, always around the corner dripping inside of a spoon, the blow. The pills. Tiny milligrams sent through out self made history, lasting centuries in a mind so fragile, denies the truth. Deny everything. You think you have seen everything before, but mistaken shall come to pass. It is written that in the times of drought, pain, alienation, and loathing he will come.

He is the only drop out you have, that one chance to suffice an ideal to fit your realm of possibilities to a grander stage. The lime light shall eat you alive, burning your soul as it has burned mine. We may smoke the slithering smoke of our lives together, the fumes can take you higher than Angel wings. Do you seek the comfort of withered lungs as I do? Pissing territorial, making damn sure none can make their way into my burial plot. No one can steal my lightning, this rod I shove forward into your mouths so you may choke. Suffocation is sickening when you think about the thoughts that could course their way into your frontal lobes and all the others. I am sorry I do not have the knowledge to further trance you into the regions of a human brain, I'm fucked up. Needles, glass tubes and pointed pinky nails are my bible, reading, believing. I'm bleeding, my voice is crumbling beneath a thousand sentences. So now..I am doomed. Alone, one step, uno. A walking soldier in the night wind, shit you read about in Anne Rice novels, or watch on televisions while you drown yourself in fast food. Hungry? Wait..

Don't take the blue pill.