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like a eternal dippy bird, im bobbing my face into the water of life hating what i see then pulling up for air, in this cyclic hell i call my reality. i enjoy people though, new people are always and interest, unless there macho mexican nonenglish speaking assholes. that sounds kind of spiteful im sure.
pattering beatles covering my tomb, eating there way in and poking me with there sharp jaws, pinching me and waking me slowly up. crawling with blood dripping from my face to the ice box and getting somthing slightly nurishing. crawling to the torcher pit, fires in the background people pulling carts being whipped by huge multi tailed daemons with the almighty archfiend pointing to which poor fool is going to the razor field next. brimstone boiling under our feet we work for nothing, just to keep the singing whips at bay, our raw burned red backs are tired of this but we keep trodding on, pulling and pulling, those giant carts of hellfire, some demonic spawn jumps in front of me! i fall back in fear, the huge lusus naturae behind me grabs me by the hair and lifts me, arms flailing and legs desperatly trying to kick the creature. like a minnion for the demilord itself i curse and spit, i cut there soul with my two bladed sword, but alas! my sword bounces off there tough hide and buries into my head. i hammer throw the fucking bastard into the next sulfur mine. in this wretched abaddon i earn my thick hide from the burns and whips, then muttering, i sink into the water, the kelpie taunting and cursing, wishing for me to drown, "NO!!!" i shall learn to breath under water! you fucking bastards, i rise up to the surface only to be shoved down again, water rushing into my lungs, i reach the surface again, struggling, i hear sirens in the distance tempting me, calling me, drawing me closer. head shoved under water again, the phantasms are mocking me.. lossing will, tired, sad.... water encroching... oh god look at this! i say. my will is recharged! life fills my eyes.. i see the cherubim, in full ardor my soul urnes. oh what can i do to satisfy this thrist? head spinning inward, mind racing and trying to catch a glimspe. whats this?? i ask myself. the lusus naturae taps me on the sholder and smiles that smile. ive seen it thousands of times, the smile that sends pure fear into my heart, it grabs me by the soul and repedidly pounds my scarred face into the jagged obsidian. i am dead
pattering beatles covering my tomb, eating there way in and poking me with there sharp jaws, pinching me and waking me slowly up. crawling with blood dripping from my face to the ice box and getting somthing slightly nurishing. crawling to the torcher pit, fires in the background people pulling carts being whipped by huge multi tailed daemons with the almighty archfiend pointing to which poor fool is going to the razor field next. brimstone boiling under our feet we work for nothing, just to keep the singing whips at bay, our raw burned red backs are tired of this but we keep trodding on, pulling and pulling, those giant carts of hellfire, some demonic spawn jumps in front of me! i fall back in fear, the huge lusus naturae behind me grabs me by the hair and lifts me, arms flailing and legs desperatly trying to kick the creature. like a minnion for the demilord itself i curse and spit, i cut there soul with my two bladed sword, but alas! my sword bounces off there tough hide and buries into my head. i hammer throw the fucking bastard into the next sulfur mine. in this wretched abaddon i earn my thick hide from the burns and whips, then muttering, i sink into the water, the kelpie taunting and cursing, wishing for me to drown, "NO!!!" i shall learn to breath under water! you fucking bastards, i rise up to the surface only to be shoved down again, water rushing into my lungs, i reach the surface again, struggling, i hear sirens in the distance tempting me, calling me, drawing me closer. head shoved under water again, the phantasms are mocking me.. lossing will, tired, sad.... water encroching... oh god look at this! i say. my will is recharged! life fills my eyes.. i see the cherubim, in full ardor my soul urnes. oh what can i do to satisfy this thrist? head spinning inward, mind racing and trying to catch a glimspe. whats this?? i ask myself. the lusus naturae taps me on the sholder and smiles that smile. ive seen it thousands of times, the smile that sends pure fear into my heart, it grabs me by the soul and repedidly pounds my scarred face into the jagged obsidian. i am dead