The Dark Cons of Man
So dark is the cons of men, I sat with lucifer six months, for he alone felt the need to explain to me the dark cons of men. (Lucifer) for I alone weep so bitterly to cry so faithfully, for men dark cons has burst under hell's own belly for it's can hold no more. I taste the language mistaken my sight to believe eve in that paradise. Adam's soul a vale brilliant precious con taken it's self respect from sweet heart and mind. a grand master to seek after me? I alone rode the miracles first, flourished the mind with prayers to reach steady air blood from that living sinew. yea beware of the soft voice smile, steel eyes forever bend on killing. the myth of man the long scour brooding immortality, man the greatest phantom tossed into flesh and blood. for Yahweh's works I rode for hours as your Messiah say seeker, let he who has a ear understand, for this is only the heel of man which bring horror with every step. I alone once delighted in this but no more. if man seeks after dark cons I shall bring it to him, than let his prayers reach the father and son who to wish to hear them no more! for as I bear to look into Lucifer eyes, I alone saw an new delight, and he stop talking and I stop writing to place my pen down.
Copyright © Ronald Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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