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Snake Of May

A black wall, no image,
Only kept from cold thanks to the weed covering it's unstable pile of bricks,
Like a spine messed up by a vicious backsmack,
Packed in the warm coat of flesh, veins, nerves and muscles,
But yet not strong enough to withstand a lonely childs lament,
When walking towards my goal I'm still amazed how long that road is,
I yearn for joy, love and happiness,
But shall not give into it without a bloody rampage,
I never said I was a man without God, I just had to find my God,
Who's able to show me the way, unlocking my hidden potential,
And now I did...
Life often needs a little push,
It isn't easy to push me, but somehow, eventually I got pushed of a clif,
Stranding in the depths of fear, pain and hate,
I swing my sword, decapitate angels as I raise my fist,
Long and slippery as a snake, I swallow the 9 planets,
Absorb it's power, transform to the ultimate being,
Grasping for air, my face turned purple, pleasure overload,
Succes is a few inches away from me, but I had just clipped my nails...

In the reflection of my blade I see the destruction of my past,
The sun burns and blinds my left eye, I turn away release my weapon,
Sound of steel echoes through the deserted valley,
A shiver and chewing pain, dissolving my spinal cord,
The tip of my blade penetrates me from my tail bone,
Ice cold....cutting pain, but satisfying,
Blood squirting from my pores, eyes, nose and mouth,
Negative energy floods away, clench my fists, grind my teeth,
I fought bravely on this pest of a planet,
Broke every taboo, story closed, print it with blood in my skin like a tattoo,
For you to read, so read it,

Might is not a power given by a higher entity,
I prooved it, I took it, I'll treasure it till my slow, painfull but unique death,
Chin up, chest out...
I stand straight now, recovered from the weak linked bone structure,
Returned in steel, sharpest tongue, destructive visions and filosophies,
Crash me down, backside, onto your knee, bite your lip, then cry for me...

Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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