seeking fleshy vestiges, forlorn and sorrowful fate always relates to sin in all but forgotten ways--Even then, they linger around and about. i carry weights unseen, words unheard, and tastes that tempt even the most tantalizing of hearts--To the overbearing day, and through night shine rise and sheen of moon, unsheathed from scabbards--Clouds' airy mist secreting from skin wretching from throat to floor. it spills the contents from the previous sun's begotten sky.

Agonizing! this rotting flesh is not enough for the Earth, for she desires much more than i have given thus far.

"Why let go of such a great mind so soon? Satan has not yet properly prepared to take you to his abode through death--You, dear, have not yet spilled enough of your glory onto the world around, and by being taken down so soon, our tyrant would be easily overthrown."

I will take whatever the devil has to throw my way! It will be converted to something great, for he has nothing on this folly heart of disdain. To him, i am feared greatly like man fears his very own demise. All of his treachury could never amount to what my words have the potential to convey.

Onward i trek, soon to wreck so many established steps--A pyramid of domination set to perpetuate what God has cast down upon us. You almighty chauvinist pig! I will spread my infections to inflict sickness on your system of saintly catechism and death.

"Bow or lose thy head!"

I choose not! I absolutely refuse, for i need not a head to slay your soul while your corpse rest in bed, while you slumber in that fortress at night. Artemis will slide me through the shades. Tantras of words will guide me to your absolute dismay! And, with but a sliver of that luminescent blade, i will strike and pierce your soulless heart.

We move at night.