(Source: remnantsoflove)
I wish ignorance was flammable.
The pitiful preachers prodding the people in their pews, producing a protagonist. The decadence of day diluted by the dreary dangers of the dreadful disciple. The simple sounds of sacreligion. The rise of the ridiculous rapture. The halls of hell hear the hollow hallelujahs. Call the kids to conceal your callous concerns, killing the crafts of calamity. The beautiful beasts bounce to the beat of the boastful bastards. The art alone answers the altercations of the angelic assholes. Neglecting the nature of the natural neanderthal. Those enveloped in evil escape the error. Fuck the families that frequently feed the fire of their false fantasy. Letting your little ones lose their life in your lavish lair of lies. Melting their marvelous minds, molding it to this morbid mentality. In times of terror their thoughts travel to the terrible tyrant. His violence varies on the volume of your value. Whipping you with the will to be wonderful.
I have my own wings.
I am god.
-C.H.