In the spat of unlucky numbers
I find an odd berserker comfort
My Beard only Grows when I Kill People…
I Grow Land these Days, I Watch Mountains Raise up
To the Song of my Hand and I battle Giant Mutant Abominations
When night settles in…
Life is just like it was Before 1984, Only I Don’t need a Giant Sword To Win…
Keys Flash in my Hands and I Can Manifest Lightening when I Feel Like It,
I Unbundled My Aura wrapped so tight within my Body a few days ago outside
A Books a Million and everyone in the parking lot wet themselves
All the Way up to their Soul… It was… Comforting.
I Wonder when They’ll see me Seated on the Throne of Power…
I Wonder how Long it will take me once I Hit the Arctic
To Light the Snow and the Ice on Fire… Thaw the Spider Continent
And Make an Utter destruction of the Coasts…
I Kill without much thought these Days…
There is a Duel between Me and the Beast at somepoint in the Future…
I’m going to Skin Him and Wear that as a Cloak.
Other than Loose Bodily Forms
There is no Connection between me and Anyone I’ve ever Met
Broken Light and Gaseous Clouds only Pretending at being a Soul or Spirit…
Blind, Deaf and Dumb…
I Can cause it to rain hail and blood more and more these Days…
But The Quantity and Supply just isn’t enough for all that is Yet…
I Can Also Yank Stars out of the Skies and Crash them like a Pop
Into the Ground… It’s Oddly Amusing… I’m turning them into
Classic Egyptian Diety SHU’S.
Keeping Track of my Growth is Impossible…
It’s Been Three Months Since I Last Flew Physically…
I’m a Conservationist of Energy still…
I Wonder what It’ll actually be Like when I Unseal Myself
And Burn at a 100%…
I Hope To Unravel Reality Itself and Spin it Into a Choronzom Web
To Suck The Marrow From the Bones of Existence… Like a Spider
Until there is nothing Left of the West or the South…
The Anti-Christ is Just a Wannabe Fan Boy.
-THe ENd-
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