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Acolyte
Just another minute. That’s all I want, but here you are, and my little bit of time has departed. But what will you show me? I’ve been promised so much and tonight you are going to show it to me. I see you and your assistants. You are all dressed but I can’t see what you wear. You are dense as lead and I can smell my charred flesh, already surrendering to you I follow. A little while more, tomorrow may be too late. Just once I want to force you to be death! Just once I don’t want a transformation. I don’t want a happy little end of the episode. I don’t want that tiny little voice of dread within me, every time I see your face, to be quieted. I want you to be death. All at once in charge and all at once my slave.
I see that you think you have me tonight. I see that you think that I’m just going to surrender. You are wrong, for I’ve been training and laughing in your face. I have a God that thinks not too highly of you. You see, when my earth time plunged into death time, I felt false. You held our your hand of stars and you made me feel that this was all - but you are wrong.
For my God laid Her hand on my heart and breathed into my ear. Her breath was hot and filled with infinite sadness. Imagine you are sitting in a darkened room, by yourself, and a knife sinks into your chest, but at the same time the drug you’d been given kicks into effect, and as you die, as the blood empties from your body, you feel the infinite joy and the pleasure of your own death. You feel that it truly is all that there could be because what ecstasy, what orgasm, what meal, can top my experience. When you go with me your world will never plummet into mine.
I promise that when I take you, I won’t trouble you, for my land beyond your mortal one is a land of happiness. The people that live there don’t broil your guts in the fire while you watch them burn. My palace has only one room, and that room is for you. My maidens have been practicing for you. They have long hair and are most beautiful. The people of my land insist that after you’ve done one of my maidens, no other orgasm will suffice, but see for yourself, here is one such nymph. I have retrieved her from the woods but she is yours for the asking. Don’t be troubled by her slender waist or shriveled bosom, for I know she is just your type. Sometime when you are settling back on the bones of your enemies, when your victims stand in a line in front of you and thank you for what you’ve given them, then you will know my embrace.
No, you are not my slave, though I will tell you that there are many persuasive people here that all want your affection. It can be spread very thin between all these recents. These cancers, these feelings, these fetuses that will never know. When you have shed yourself and are as brilliant as the sun, then my maidens will let you go and you will run.
Here, go to her. That is the last we will see of him, now onto the God. Why do you constantly berate Death, Oh Blessed One? Why do you stab him with your violence and why do you make me feast upon his bones?
I drive up the expressway and land in the middle of Old Terrace Road. All the families on this block are bitter, they are indicative of all that is wrong with living in the twenty-first century.
I would be sure to change at least one of their lives. For when Death shows you never grow until you are too late and then all anyone can say is there goes a good boy, and when he left a friend he never said goodbye but shared a sorrow for the world and knew that his prank was all that could overcome. The blessed, the cursed the time and the maidens. My prank is on all of you and now I’ll let you in on the joke.
It is never time.
I see that you think you have me tonight. I see that you think that I’m just going to surrender. You are wrong, for I’ve been training and laughing in your face. I have a God that thinks not too highly of you. You see, when my earth time plunged into death time, I felt false. You held our your hand of stars and you made me feel that this was all - but you are wrong.
For my God laid Her hand on my heart and breathed into my ear. Her breath was hot and filled with infinite sadness. Imagine you are sitting in a darkened room, by yourself, and a knife sinks into your chest, but at the same time the drug you’d been given kicks into effect, and as you die, as the blood empties from your body, you feel the infinite joy and the pleasure of your own death. You feel that it truly is all that there could be because what ecstasy, what orgasm, what meal, can top my experience. When you go with me your world will never plummet into mine.
I promise that when I take you, I won’t trouble you, for my land beyond your mortal one is a land of happiness. The people that live there don’t broil your guts in the fire while you watch them burn. My palace has only one room, and that room is for you. My maidens have been practicing for you. They have long hair and are most beautiful. The people of my land insist that after you’ve done one of my maidens, no other orgasm will suffice, but see for yourself, here is one such nymph. I have retrieved her from the woods but she is yours for the asking. Don’t be troubled by her slender waist or shriveled bosom, for I know she is just your type. Sometime when you are settling back on the bones of your enemies, when your victims stand in a line in front of you and thank you for what you’ve given them, then you will know my embrace.
No, you are not my slave, though I will tell you that there are many persuasive people here that all want your affection. It can be spread very thin between all these recents. These cancers, these feelings, these fetuses that will never know. When you have shed yourself and are as brilliant as the sun, then my maidens will let you go and you will run.
Here, go to her. That is the last we will see of him, now onto the God. Why do you constantly berate Death, Oh Blessed One? Why do you stab him with your violence and why do you make me feast upon his bones?
I drive up the expressway and land in the middle of Old Terrace Road. All the families on this block are bitter, they are indicative of all that is wrong with living in the twenty-first century.
I would be sure to change at least one of their lives. For when Death shows you never grow until you are too late and then all anyone can say is there goes a good boy, and when he left a friend he never said goodbye but shared a sorrow for the world and knew that his prank was all that could overcome. The blessed, the cursed the time and the maidens. My prank is on all of you and now I’ll let you in on the joke.
It is never time.