lyrical biblical

the minute the world began to be created god got tired and decided to leave it all behind as the debris entered a manic state. a once well thought idea of a perfect place now seemed nothing more than erratic behavior of the one that had the time to manufacture such poisonous and evil way of conduct. the universe was shattered and it hadn't even begun. darkness took over when light was very scarce. hope was already lost before humans even existed. and hearts were never broken since love never manifested. in his immaculate and dellusional mind no wrong was ever committed, "life itself can wait a few more days as i put myself together and think of yet another way of destroying what i so beautifully started", god said. no wonder he got tired as soon as he started his "master plan", the vile son of a bitch just wanted us to hurt like we did then. funny how the first emotion i saw in this apocalyptic simulation was anger, who would've thought that

when i look into your eyes i can see the thirst and the desire to be ridiculed and submitted to the superior forces of lust and craziness. i can feel your calling for the sweet penetration of the soul as the liquid of the fountain of youth pours into your body and you moan like the bitch you've always wanted to be. the screams echo through the forests of somber thoughts and hidden wishes inside that beautiful and disgusting mind of yours that is so eager to be bossed around like a slave without its own free will. and then the pleasure consumes you and you start to rave about all of the things you want to do and all of the ways you want to be hurt by me. your lips have the colour of a freshly picked cherry waiting impatiently to be bitten and ripped off of its still untouched virginity and like the devote lover i am i fail to resist your charming beauty and succumb to the prison that i created. your hair is the first thing i wanna take hold off so i can pull it hard and

and the teardrops keep falling off of my eyes while the sound inside my head keeps yelling and howling and the people around me keep laughing and walking while the stars start to unite for an explosion to happen to utterly destroy me. the day i was born was the day i started dying, the unforeseen disaster was already a certain catastrophe as the skies turned black and grey and nature cried until the ears of the deaf went dull and started bleeding. until this day i do not know why the world was so angry at me, i was still a soul in the making and my doom was already traced by all of the horrors of simply being alive. there i was, helpless and miserable, disgraced and lifeless, ready to be corrupted by all of the things that expected me to fail, i wish i wasn't born at all, i wish i had the chance to choose, i wish i didn't have to kill myself, i wish i could've escaped destiny without a bruise. but all of these wishes are meaningless and ridiculous, there&