in a utter, my soul creeps along the walls of danger, displeasure is a piece of earth that it seeks, i hallow vale that covers my eyes, like a vulture i eat away at the philosopher of human nature, of a weaken soul, claiming, the blackmark of circumstances,

another, i come to, seeking it's wrath, like glory i pray, an yet it does not come to me, i weaken the weakness of it's grace, it's constant reminder of what is, performing a ritual, fire's flames feel the sky, as i turture another soul, another piece of mind, madness covers the brain, like vomit spilling from the throat, struggling to breath, a contiunes thing, damnation i cry, screaming, yelling it's greatness, it's anticipation of will,


like it i am the truth of self pleasure. taken, what has not been taken, self