...The body of evil...
My words are battalions raised with galvanized-liquid swords and maces;
A plethora of daemons.
Sub-consciously squeezing you for information. Until you're in a semi stasis.
To term my complexity: I'd say that Death is Layman's
Vexed, impatient, meditation yet stoic phrases grace nations when their 'sons emblazoned'
Draconian, tasteless Rasputin's eyes, Jesus's walk and the caress of Satan
Invisible political rituals performed with a nine tailed whip, virgin flesh is raped when..
I strike blood from gods and splinter their Crusader's plates in
Walking over the rotten flesh of disciples, spouting the devilish bible
In the meadow at high noon, I'm scheduled to die soon then stilettos and rifles summon my tepid revival
The source of this brain fueled by what mis-accord and disdain do
torment their saviors;
then bathe in the spoils like the ancients
Mouths stuffed with corpulent rage fits.
Now engorged and inflated I spew wrath upon hordish invasions.
Octopillian arms, vermillion swarms of decay in the most heinous of cadence.
The beauty of malice stretches attention spans and absorbs the 'latent..see'
They'll all receive 'Christ Mast' ..flagrant. "Death to all" rebounds off the pavement, hark the 'Rave In' complacence.
...I twist in my throne...
Megatron's titanium gray tint; Centurion cloven hoofs,
I'm aggressive, never evasive...
Horror at my core, I flood vitality, snuff Southern Hospitality, and take it's head North.
Apocalyptic mutiny when War beats a pestilent-dead horse..man.
Step into my soul and get voided, anointed with sacrificial blood, in sacraments of love enacted with a slug, imbued by the seraphim of one...Deity
Freedom's leaving the 'pores' in wake, foreign faith makes it self at home, for less than a life's worth..a 'Moorish' fate
Armies storm in place, defiling God's green Earth..
The Lion of Zion's roaring face 'bored' away 'As land' based mechanized forces wait to scorch the trace of this enormous place and form a base.
The Fortitude multiples constantly at a Morman rate. My intuition is that of Norman Bate's, breathing Argon, enemies suffer a Gorgon's fate
Bitch-made tendencies get met with Persephone's glance,
If you don't get the point, the Phalanx of my mentality is leprosy; salvation looks in your face and says 'damn' with your deepest fears etched as the life line placed in my hand
All animals eaten, defeated, in an offered bereavement. They bow and 'crow' denying their vows of life with a scythe circled, in a slight dervish, muscle ripped to the white, nervous system and die worthless.
Ground into warpaint and taken to the jowl then reborn of Leviathan's bowel, a scientist's fowl as doves fly awkwardly, crying aloud
It's a cannibalistic, tepid Ramadan Necronomicron as the nine-tailed cat rapes virgin flesh, courage vexed to flourish death it's ominous
Corpses smile at heavens as the door closes on skeletons in Davey Jones locker. The 'dimension' is 9'11
As I slide disheveled, time is beveled and aligned with never
Rigamortis is fossiled to fuel my spinal seven, even the most rock solid persona is nothing more than a grinded pebble
Violent, somber...Miles, the walk is a viphe to goners i twist the auger proper in this the final slalom...
Bodies slide, embalmed in vile absithetic bile..
and that's just in my spine
...The body of evil...
To be continued....