Mr.lucifer
08-31-2010, 06:17 PM
Looking at that sunset over the pale grey mountains where the dragons sleep. By sleep, I mean dead because its nothing but dragon bones over there. I know there but I was there 144 years ago when I was my great grandfather, milius gradpollius. It means, “He who dances with winds of death”. I danced with the winds of death that fateful night when they came for me. Dripping the blood of demons’ children from their black as the fires of the hell sun, with their teeth chomping for my scrumpious beating heart.
The beating blooding attracted them from a million hyper kilos , smelling the echoing across the of glory. They who smell sound ,they who smell death literally, those who watch the seconds tick to the final like a giant big ben in the city of destiny. The destroyers of 100,000 evils worlds, the eight dimension of darkness, and the multiverse of malice. 17 feet tall, with a wingspan that depends on your perception of your life, and a speed that is faster than speed itself., they for your inner child that plots the return of the lords and ladies of my ancestors, the gorth orin. The dreamers of hate. The beasts want to kill me, rape me a thousands over again , and make my soul a puppet of their sinister offices. The offices of life, glory, nirvana, war, fate, and the omniverse.
The six officers that lead them to the beat of drumming of the organs and skins of their former allies, their ****ed up way of honoring the former that are slained by their mothers, they only creatures on the list of the those that they fear that exist in the half- mortal half- temporal place. I call them that seek me In my orgasmic ritual dance as the children of fear. For it is only fear that I fear, for that sonofa***** destroyed my victory many eons ago before you were born. You as the thoughts of my subconscious nightmares that torture me in my slumbering of the eves of Thursday, the day that honors great Thur, the god slayed fear and his brother, prcop, prince of envy 100 times over in a nanosecond and made them his servants in the 46th hell, chieh.
In this memory, I plan to damn the children to a pan that they shall remember and tell their grandchildren to revere Johan Faust, soverign of the deceased city of Neo Paradine, the glorious capital of the supreme cosmos of the Alliance of the Andros galaxies. “Come your monstrosities, come get supper, mother****ers!”, as I unleashed my inner power of the heart.
A long grey arm ascends from my throat with razors nails that would and could slash the throat of the former Satan,Lucifer. A goblin that the arm belongs to jumps of my mouth and lands with a shockwave that causes a great quake that opens up chasm that to this day remains. Standing seven fight feet tall with eyes sown shut, for its glare tells , and it long tail that crushes boulder with a swipe. A loin cloth covering a wicked penis that raped many mothers and made many daughters ,a penis that I would personally rip off and dip in a pot of acid for I hate that damn goblin. “
Well, Kaiser, it seems need me again. Very well, I shall obey”, he says with a grin that tells he knows of everlasting hatred. He unsows his eyelids as the Children bombard him with purple fire hot enough to melt a mere being’s entire body to sludge. But thd.is not a normal neither animal, for he is a duke of Lapland of the remain terran lands. His glare tells all, and all is something that the Children cannot take , so they cry out in agony in high pitched screams that only the mad could. They disintegrate in the legendary icy ashes they are known for in some realms.
The goblin closes back his eyes and jumps back in my stomach which is exposed due to the bombardment. My skins is burnt and my organs lay besides and bellow me. I don’t believe I’ll survive in this memory but here I stand on this vessel. I watch the icy grey mountains where the dragons once slept and my brothers and sisters of the spiritual bond once danced upon the stars in the cosmos. Their remains are the stars. The stars are dead and their offspring replace while the parents remain as ashy dubs. I weep and wait for the final end for I am a survivor of the 2677777th,2677776,2677775th end, and the 27th end. I died in the 2555555th end and never reincarnated again. I spit on my corpse for it rests in my mind and its mind.
My soul is out there and I will obtain it. Mother, Father, Granddaughter, and meltos, we were once one being and I will make you all proud
The pills. I need the pills. That’s what I use to say before I ascended. That’s the last thing I remember before I ascended. Heaven fell on the dawn of the 7th end. This ending didn’t go according to his end. Heaven collided with Terra, Terra descended into hell. Hell fell even deeper and great chaos age began. I ascended from that chaos but I didn’t ascend, he ascended. He ascended, I only carry his memories. He ascended a being of heaven. A being of Heaven, I can’t remember and I’m supposed to be the memory keeper. She ascended too, a mortal or divine. Together, they began their legacy that was both a both a blessing and damnation to the next existence. One of the ten mixed legacies, only 6 remain. The dead 4 were the greatest of the ten an the most magnificent. Perhaps the least evil too, for the most wicked of those legacies were of dark grey of morality.
I know personally of 3 of those living legacies, but the last two have disappeared , hiding from the others. I told you this before but you don’t remember like you can’t remember your own birthday. Its time for your sleep. Tomorrow will brighter.
“Its okay, kid, you can go home now”, said Dr. Charles, the MD who was so old , everyone seemed like a kid to him. “your loved ones are waiting now’. The staff wheels you outside where it is a sunny day where it is warm but windy. But it all turns to mist. You’re alone and you’re feel you’re in the underworld of greek mythology, one of the still remembered mythologies of terra. You scream because you hate being alone in hells like these. The mist clears up and you’re still in your room at the asylum in your tight straightjacket. You were lost in your bizarre fantasies, the doctors tell you. But then you wake again and I’m beside with you with in my arms,
Don’t cry , I’ll always be here to comfort and protect you in this foreign existence. You may question what is real anymore, but in my perception of reality, this is really. While this may be painful for you, but like a warm father, I’ll be here to soothe the pain. Don’t be afraid, I’m here by your side.
The beating blooding attracted them from a million hyper kilos , smelling the echoing across the of glory. They who smell sound ,they who smell death literally, those who watch the seconds tick to the final like a giant big ben in the city of destiny. The destroyers of 100,000 evils worlds, the eight dimension of darkness, and the multiverse of malice. 17 feet tall, with a wingspan that depends on your perception of your life, and a speed that is faster than speed itself., they for your inner child that plots the return of the lords and ladies of my ancestors, the gorth orin. The dreamers of hate. The beasts want to kill me, rape me a thousands over again , and make my soul a puppet of their sinister offices. The offices of life, glory, nirvana, war, fate, and the omniverse.
The six officers that lead them to the beat of drumming of the organs and skins of their former allies, their ****ed up way of honoring the former that are slained by their mothers, they only creatures on the list of the those that they fear that exist in the half- mortal half- temporal place. I call them that seek me In my orgasmic ritual dance as the children of fear. For it is only fear that I fear, for that sonofa***** destroyed my victory many eons ago before you were born. You as the thoughts of my subconscious nightmares that torture me in my slumbering of the eves of Thursday, the day that honors great Thur, the god slayed fear and his brother, prcop, prince of envy 100 times over in a nanosecond and made them his servants in the 46th hell, chieh.
In this memory, I plan to damn the children to a pan that they shall remember and tell their grandchildren to revere Johan Faust, soverign of the deceased city of Neo Paradine, the glorious capital of the supreme cosmos of the Alliance of the Andros galaxies. “Come your monstrosities, come get supper, mother****ers!”, as I unleashed my inner power of the heart.
A long grey arm ascends from my throat with razors nails that would and could slash the throat of the former Satan,Lucifer. A goblin that the arm belongs to jumps of my mouth and lands with a shockwave that causes a great quake that opens up chasm that to this day remains. Standing seven fight feet tall with eyes sown shut, for its glare tells , and it long tail that crushes boulder with a swipe. A loin cloth covering a wicked penis that raped many mothers and made many daughters ,a penis that I would personally rip off and dip in a pot of acid for I hate that damn goblin. “
Well, Kaiser, it seems need me again. Very well, I shall obey”, he says with a grin that tells he knows of everlasting hatred. He unsows his eyelids as the Children bombard him with purple fire hot enough to melt a mere being’s entire body to sludge. But thd.is not a normal neither animal, for he is a duke of Lapland of the remain terran lands. His glare tells all, and all is something that the Children cannot take , so they cry out in agony in high pitched screams that only the mad could. They disintegrate in the legendary icy ashes they are known for in some realms.
The goblin closes back his eyes and jumps back in my stomach which is exposed due to the bombardment. My skins is burnt and my organs lay besides and bellow me. I don’t believe I’ll survive in this memory but here I stand on this vessel. I watch the icy grey mountains where the dragons once slept and my brothers and sisters of the spiritual bond once danced upon the stars in the cosmos. Their remains are the stars. The stars are dead and their offspring replace while the parents remain as ashy dubs. I weep and wait for the final end for I am a survivor of the 2677777th,2677776,2677775th end, and the 27th end. I died in the 2555555th end and never reincarnated again. I spit on my corpse for it rests in my mind and its mind.
My soul is out there and I will obtain it. Mother, Father, Granddaughter, and meltos, we were once one being and I will make you all proud
The pills. I need the pills. That’s what I use to say before I ascended. That’s the last thing I remember before I ascended. Heaven fell on the dawn of the 7th end. This ending didn’t go according to his end. Heaven collided with Terra, Terra descended into hell. Hell fell even deeper and great chaos age began. I ascended from that chaos but I didn’t ascend, he ascended. He ascended, I only carry his memories. He ascended a being of heaven. A being of Heaven, I can’t remember and I’m supposed to be the memory keeper. She ascended too, a mortal or divine. Together, they began their legacy that was both a both a blessing and damnation to the next existence. One of the ten mixed legacies, only 6 remain. The dead 4 were the greatest of the ten an the most magnificent. Perhaps the least evil too, for the most wicked of those legacies were of dark grey of morality.
I know personally of 3 of those living legacies, but the last two have disappeared , hiding from the others. I told you this before but you don’t remember like you can’t remember your own birthday. Its time for your sleep. Tomorrow will brighter.
“Its okay, kid, you can go home now”, said Dr. Charles, the MD who was so old , everyone seemed like a kid to him. “your loved ones are waiting now’. The staff wheels you outside where it is a sunny day where it is warm but windy. But it all turns to mist. You’re alone and you’re feel you’re in the underworld of greek mythology, one of the still remembered mythologies of terra. You scream because you hate being alone in hells like these. The mist clears up and you’re still in your room at the asylum in your tight straightjacket. You were lost in your bizarre fantasies, the doctors tell you. But then you wake again and I’m beside with you with in my arms,
Don’t cry , I’ll always be here to comfort and protect you in this foreign existence. You may question what is real anymore, but in my perception of reality, this is really. While this may be painful for you, but like a warm father, I’ll be here to soothe the pain. Don’t be afraid, I’m here by your side.