Friday, April 13, 2012

Morally incorrect

The sun has faded letting the moon to take it's place, I walk slowly out of my home of doom looking for my next conquest of infidelity and soulless being's who have lingered outdoors so late into the night. I hear shrewd laughter of mortals who play in their games of sin throughout the night, they put up their faces of purity through the day only to be hopeless and conniving when the sun goes down. I relish in my own thoughts of such creatures walking earth without any cares of what really hides underground,in a frenzy my mind runs in circles playing out the treacherousness that they think they have overcome by hiding behind their mask of evil morbid thoughts. They believe in the day that they will be forgiven for all wrong doings when their time has come,in their ending they believe they will be set free from all the sins they reeked down onto others. Blinded by what fraction of their minds that they have left they dance a slow song of immortality never believing they will find a burning death as their flesh burns from the fires Lucifer has waiting for them, he rejoices in their crooked sins of sexual pleasures that hold no meaning but the release they sought out nightly. Thieves of the night they break spirits down by enslaving innocent minds to carry weapons just too find peace in their beds at night. They run the blackness like it belongs to them and they have all power over the weak, they have not yet meant me! I watch them purposely take advantage of my territory like it is soulfully theirs too walk upon and destroy. I follow in a quietness of soundless footsteps behind the creatures that have no worries or pride for what they could bare.

I have taken my time in pursuit of my prey tonight, I have decided the fates of these creatures of the night. The find their resting places among the un-dead tonight in a doom of hell. My eyes flare as my blood of poison drip from my eyes, the sky light up has bolts of lightning takes over the earth. A whole town of unneeded flesh will answer to their maker when I am done, needless terror will be struck out before the sun rises once again. Cracks in the ground starts to swallow people whole leading them into their own made hell. Building crashing down among the diseased bodies that reek havoc among the innocent as they sleep. Screams can be heard only to my ears, running feet flash by me in a race of time that was never expected to come true. People are falling to their knees praying now to their god begging forgiveness before the earth cracks underneath them, you can see fear in their eyes as their life plays like a movie before their pathetic eyes. They search for someone to help them escape their fate begging for release of such terror, they ask for another chance that will prove they can bend their knee in front of the chapels doors! Asking for permission to cross the threshold that they had forgotten stood in their mist waiting for them from the beginning of time, they finally see their crimes of destruction! Like a poison surging through their bodies they start to release the angers of their ways, they find release in the three letter word that begged for their praise. Forgiven by the lord the floors of earth come together once again, this was their last chance too find their way out of sin. My body is shaking from anger, God gives so many chances but yet these fools always turn back to their old habits of sin and greed! I wait in lying just waiting for my chance once again to reek down the storms that will burn the flesh of the un-giving! I walk back into my cave of bleakness with the assurance that I will once again be called back to this place of hell bent sins, I breathe the darkness into my nostrils savoring in my thoughts of the thrills I shall have again, I am the seeker of lost souls and endless sins! i am Sinfully Alive and with me you would not so easily been forgiven, I will wait you out again! I have no friends, no one can be trusted among the living! In the end my delights will be fed upon, flesh too powder, bones too dust, your sins I will always lust!

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