The Satan’s integers…

there are two sides to a fight always…

and that leaves of cedars always fall..

in the shiniest of autumns…

there are two sides or multiple meanings..

to faltering souls…

and left over empathies…

but just like crawling traffic..

or beams in hurried godspeed..

i chose the path of mercurial brutality…

ruthlessness of love…

bluntness of passion…

merriment of endings…

haughtiness of being free…

for the god matrix sounded too obtrusive…

and i solved it...after much battles and

many a molested bone….

i used the integer of Satan…

complex in its straightforwardness…

layered with mirth in it's intensity..

where one doesn't need to bleed in love..

and bite in all your dreams…

but just roam about aimlessly..

spreading sins of smile..

and a zillion moths euphoric…

of deep limitless kisses…

the Logjams often seem crippling…

with trampled little rosaries crushed..

within its monstrosity of a spirit crushing machine…

the bolts of hatred never seem far..

even when one takes the vows of the zephyrous moonbeams…

the sentinels of  propriety..

roam about with zealous impunity…

striking at any heart..

that is bare and nakedly obscene…

Gangs have divided up all the realms…

all one needs now is multitudes of iron…

to waste on omniscient  shards..

of virgin epiphanies...

all the hordes leaden desire now..

is repressed mutinies ..

and partitioned peace…

all of course set into motion..

like a hall of harmonious mirrors..

by the deceiving crooked divinities..

but i can’t tolerate..

when wombs of universes nascent…

lie crying…

asking for mercies..for every drop..

of their utopian lusts being wasted away

into rivers of ignorant screams..

i can’t stand mute…

faceless like cursed whims…

sycophantic like shaped up granite…

accepting all the slaughter going all around…

both inside and outside..the litany of my identities…

of whatever i stand for …

and of whatever i ever ...even by mistake wish..

so i have come to a conclusion…

that i will release the spirit of forever fair anarchy…

and let the trinity of bombs, guns and laser shatter away..

the curtains of hypocritical mockery…

and i will create all my weapons of justice …

with the perfection of hellish accuracy…

and unleash it all…

based on the ever immaculate..

never fallacious strategy..

of the great Satan’s choicest integers..

for they are designed to be arks for an infinity of cosmoses..

never ever to hide..the intimate vaginas of un calculated..

un analysed ..untasted ...realities…

where only pleasure get the much prized right…

to feel with unrestrained authority…

and all pain is nullified..

with the precise eyes..

of the Archers of immortality….

right now…

at this moment of caged continuity..

i feel like the dormant vampire …

lost and shriveled..

wrinkled and muted

confounded and stabbed

slashed and throttled…

shrouded by the ignominy of everybody..

avoided by the enmity of everyone…

shrouded in curtains..

no one wants to feel my earthliness..

no one wants to witness my miracles of enlightened insanity…

i never ever mind…

what i only feel very sardonic about…

as i carry on with my travails of a convoluted

enforced duality…

are the closed doors and locked shutters..

of a mass that is so intent…

on rendering my vices virtues ..

insignificant and invisible…

but i can’t anymore bear such anguish…

for i am more than just a human being..

of veins and nerves…

artistically articulated by others..

to be fragile and complaint…

to the dictates of a dissected society…

so i will make use of the last path available to me…

and run along helter skelter…

through the roads of a zillion nails of barbarity…

i will pass through life sucking tests of fatality…

just to obtain those precious…

pure …

radiant..

aural…

amorphous…

integers of Satan..

which i would use then…

faithfully reciting the steps of 666…

religiously following the shadows of the night devils…

enthusiastically drowning all my noble sympathies  ..

in the toxic nectar of the Oracles of the Pacific…

and crystallize everything …

through destruction uncontrolled…

and construction addictive..

so that a world finally comes…

that accepts for once…

my version of life…

and my orchestrated …

multiplicity….

with nothing barred…

and only hurt & sadness...

absolutely prohibited…

exorcised out..

from the collective conscience..

of animity ..

my thoughts..