The ravens brought salvation.
Inside this body, inside this shell, beyond the dissonance of my screaming eclectic emotions, beyond the skin, the muscle, the bone there lies this undying urge to cleanse the world. To take a shotgun into the streets and go play God. Let my brilliant nimbus shine!
“SINNER!” I would shout as my weapon blasted its lethal song into the brisk autumn air, “YOU BASTARD! SHE LOVED YOU!”
They would run, but never quick enough to escape the march of my metallic soldiers that would paint the streets with their brains and day late-dollar short confessions. Their ways of malevolence and moral looseness would all come crashing down around them as they bled onto the headlines of tomorrow’s newspaper.
I sit in this noisy bar room and I let their faces burn onto my eyelids. I’ll remember them. And the day of reckoning will be soon upon us. The apathetic will mourn and the languid will beam with lustrous fear and liveliness.
Inside this body there is a heart beating acidic blood. It is portent for the moment to come. The streets will be thronged with the judged. And I will then swallow the barrel and taste the hot lead of martyrdom.
The day is upon us.
“SINNER!” I would shout as my weapon blasted its lethal song into the brisk autumn air, “YOU BASTARD! SHE LOVED YOU!”
They would run, but never quick enough to escape the march of my metallic soldiers that would paint the streets with their brains and day late-dollar short confessions. Their ways of malevolence and moral looseness would all come crashing down around them as they bled onto the headlines of tomorrow’s newspaper.
I sit in this noisy bar room and I let their faces burn onto my eyelids. I’ll remember them. And the day of reckoning will be soon upon us. The apathetic will mourn and the languid will beam with lustrous fear and liveliness.
Inside this body there is a heart beating acidic blood. It is portent for the moment to come. The streets will be thronged with the judged. And I will then swallow the barrel and taste the hot lead of martyrdom.
The day is upon us.