deathmistress69

There is no doubt to be savored in this wicked concubine trick posessed by the very demons of hope and relinquishment.. instead savoring each lashing moment in treacherous thighs and flesh, false identities and broken planetary communications..

I sat over each aching aeon, a Sphinx, imagined, an illusion, from all 4 towers, magnificent, blinding, terrible calamaties tearing flesh from men as they howled.. bloodthirsty deities banishing physical evidence, science fighting its own heart and destiny with deft coldness, fear and powerless desires to understand useless dust particles, while delicate dna storagehouses produced honey enough for all to melt in defiance and bliss, not stood still on the hills of infinite persuit, black holes as ears and listening..

At each ring of sound echoing in the valley of sadness, my statued tears fall, filled of Universal blood, building sacred pools for each deathly animated creature to bathe their wretched destinies and move beyond the veil if they so desire, arteries fluxing, tiny civilizations exfoliating on deserted soil and stamped into nothingness.. poor fools blinded so well, as 3 dimensional inserts block their visions, telepathic clarity shorted out, fuses injected in dreams smothered of tar.. removed by acid and passionate extremeities, the party of death and destruction, each singing anthems built by monsters..