As i wake..

Pillars of dark smoke surround my thoughts,

 my Mind is in relaps from the night before and my body is in full execution.

   Rage fills the air and my soul; An ocean of vensens filled depths to my smallest thought.

        Thoughts array, body array, all is meaningless and this fragile crystal life no longer holds up vallue.

   A name, what is in a name ? is it nothing more then the carving on a rock to be ones next pillow ?

     The reapers shadow, (shadow death) casts forth hes reflection down upon my life, Taking with him 

      The infilled wrath of both God and satan, iam being warred by the gods of all.

           A vendetta  has been called on my once so pure soul, my mind corrupted by an unjust reality made so rea by the not so vague memorise of getting condemed by the world when i wasnt older then 3.

       Hour glass life ticks its slow  forming clots  away as my missory continues to build and flood my being,

            I am the mortal of all gods wrath, the target of every mortal that lys by side in my pit.

             To overcome destiny, to overcome society and wrath. Too become wrath. To become destinys final fate. And make society my image and shadow.

        Too become god and overcome the World..

        I am mans smirking justice & sword ; All who dance.. Weap for our demise..