A narcissistic
megalomaniacal
complete, utter, fraud
Seven For Chaos And Order-Of Hells & Heavens
With Love abandoned and Demons are handed your serving succulent Soul
Megalomaniacal monstrosities, hideous oddities welcome you to the devils hole
Dreams of destruction for your consumption with sulphuric scorching smells
Blistering blasphemous bondage, you pay homage to the Master of Hells
My Soul escapes thru damnation drapes, I see the Loving Light
An Angelic reunion a Holy communion, the Heavens are within sight
No more enslaved my Soul is saved in harmonious habitual height.
01.28.2017
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Evil Prophet
There was a megalomaniacal man,
his ministry in Indiana began,
a man whose heart was not so pure
and lead a most tragic event to occur.
His narcissistic personality,
hid many dark demons no-one could see,
he preached his followers to repent,
conned them out of money with evil intent.
He promised a tropical paradise
in a new country, without thinking twice
no-body labeled this preacher a fraud
believing he was a prophet of God.
The U.S. congress decided they would
follow-up rumors as best as they could
hearing of armed guards, beatings galore
attempts to escape and so much more.
An official committee was put into place
to observe the compound just in case
but they were gunned down beside their plane
this cult leader was truly insane
Arsenic in Kool-Aid or needle by choice,
"self-inflict", commanded his voice,
some tried to escape to the jungle in dread
either way they would wind up dead.
Jonestown, November ‘78
900 dead bodies were found on that date
the largest mass suicide to occur
The Jim Jones Guyana massacre.
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July 1, 2016
You manipulate
It's your mission
You play mind games
Of control
Oh...the control…
You exert on my soul…
To subjugate
Your goal
Asphyxiation
Of my feelings
Being strangled
By your strong hands
To instill fear
Your desire
Choking
I gasp for breath
Kicking and screaming
My cries muffled
By your sadistic
Needs
To dominate
Your aim
Still.....
Glassy eyed
Dead to self
And yet alive
Here I rise
To do your bidding
To capitulate
My reasoning powers
At your feet
A willing slave
Your Wish
Unfeeling...
Automaton
Programmed to please
To serve
To satiate
To obey
Programmed
By your megalomaniacal desire
To Manipulate
Your dream
Mission to Manipulate: COMPLETED
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Megalomaniacal eyes
Burning irises; emerald flames
Melting pupils; the blackest rain (reign)
You know you murder the world
You know you perforate its heart
Its soul
You spill its blood
Don’t you, kid?
You know you exterminate its gravity
We’ve dropped into the palm of your hand
Now, you’ve got the wooden world dancing on strings
Don’t you, kid?
Where’s your humanity?
Where’d you bury your sanity?
Dig it up
Dig it up
Resuscitate its breath
Because you’re on a fast road to downtown death
But you know you’re too great for death
You know death cannot overcome you
No one can defeat you
But essentially you’re nothing
You’re nobody
You’re in my head
You're me.
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