Friday, 6 November 2020

Fellow Gentleman

 1. I am the representation of a saint, animalistic fear.

I am the representation of panic of all panic.

2. My whole body is a fear factory.

I am Myself the god of fear.

3. At the same time I am Myself the god of Destruction.

Then, I am Myself the god of individualities.

Then, I am Myself the god of pure desires.


4. Stop Myself from My own inauguration.

I will not stop Myself from My own hegemony.

5. I run through thousands of fields.

6. I run through thousands of fields that are covered with thousands of blood of a thousand victims.


7. I taste My lips, it’s kinda sweet.

It’s kinda hurts.

8. It’s just a little death.

It does not mean anything at all.


9. Where is the exit?


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