Severed among a gallery of galaxies bearing the sight of heaven, lamented I did and a tear I shed…feeling betrayed and forsaken
A devil’s cry to awaken the broken sky… tell me, what laid beneath the lie…the firmament to shattered, thus all to lie still
Echoes from the valley…a distant call brimming to the hopeless… Martyr Mary we weep as the Madonna sit solely as thy haunting display
Across the black sea from my abode thrown from the cosmic stars…thy look to hold horrors…thus“ Wormwood” is what they screamed
But therein the fragmented heavens an angel simply known as the Third, played his trumpet… a gander of joy sat upon his eyes, however
Catastrophically, I slammed into the earth, causing great quakes and tidal waves; which swallowed the land as if a great leviathan had rose
My ebony skin burned red like flushed orichalcum, holding a brimstone ruddiness thus I stood upon Timgad with an undying fever
I gazed out across the open viridian over the land of the Canaanites
Which stretched from the ocean to the west…and there to the land of the Mizraim in the east…
Thus, to the south the land harboring the great river of Aethiopia, and what lied to the north abided what some called the Syrian sea
“ Look upon me seeds of Adam, I like my father fell from grace and now linger upon you,
You the Hittites, Jebusites, Amorites, thus the Ammonites, Cushsites, Chaldeans, Israelites, Midianites, Moabites, Ishmaelites and Edomites
Stare upon me as you did when Babylon fell in the land of Egypt, when God brought about a great curse unto the land
As I am now, for my vengeance shall be an infection upon all his beloved,
The Shemites, Hamites and those belonging to the house of Japheth…all the same, all will burn, and all will FEAR!
Sentiments of death intoxicated me deeply, possessing me therefore I have become infatuated,
Dare I to say, I so love her… her whose name sprung like summer daisies and the lovely ley lines of spring
…Rosaline…Lady Death, a woman of creed…
What a fool was I to fall in love with an angel of God, What a fool was I to think that I was to be accepted as the divine
But, a fool I will be no more, for no more will I endure the path of the forsaken…I will embody oblivion
And every sacrifice shall be unto you,…my new inspiring muse, I shall be your stead of destruction, a prophesied pale white horse
I will poison the hearts of man…convincing them to slaughter each other…martyr each other, while dance to the strings of torment
My eyes shall blacken and once again I shall be the vexation, thee volition of violation…and it will be all for you my Rose…
My beautiful black dying rose…for only you now can bring about comfort… only you now can bring about ease, only you are merciful
…Henceforth, when all is done…
When hell shall move upon the earth, and the moon and the sun both shall bath in blood…my only wish is to be held by you then
To feel your frigid embrace as a sort of dying proposition as I slip into ambiguity …”
Praises to the book of the dead, for the book of life has written me out
And I now will embrace the title… Reaper…and so a new beginning shall bloom a rose hued black and swarthy
The Exile…he who stands between heaven and hell, he who encompasses the darkness…”
A great gloom took forth to the land… all the sirens screamed and the ram horns blew
The winds danced violently, thusly, howling curse after curse, carrying diseases and pathogens…hence the revulsion
Subsequently, these sapiens cradled themselves within my own necrotic essence, yet all the abominations they evoked were all in his name
…A lexicon I share, one belonging to mankind’s sinful Antiquities… and what became of them over time vices by thy names… to specify
The gluttons… overindulging creatures, that came to ingest all manners of waste and the defection that bore from their own bowels
Fornicators… those sexually infecting themselves, denying themselves purity, yet granting sodomy, all for a bit of dopamine, thee escape
Avaritia …An idiotic bunch really…a golden calf…fictitious wealth…all to boost oneself, and to control another…what insecurity
Sorrow, despair…the meek, the victim, the weak, the suffering…and my sympathy to them the forsaken
But, no longer…in view the wrathful and adorned as I have devised much with them…Killing, murder, torture, enslavement…hell, directly
Acedia…crabs, dragging down their brothers, and themselves, hopeless they become and are
Vanagloria…the delusional, mindless souls, cling to fruitless endeavors…believing in anything the gilts a little bright, easy to manipulate
All this I plotted and prayed upon them, so they would chase death…and worship her, furthermore they did and took pride in it
…Killing each other, enslaving each other, sodomizing each other, and infecting each other, for the delusional sake of their God
Dancing to the curses on the wind, mass manipulation howling as the wind…reminding me of my dear brother playing his violin
Cast me as you will…although remember I have become a necromancer solely for her, I have become a mercenary justly for her…
Rose petals…and blood, a sign of my forthcoming…
To be Continued…
– Renee Verona
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