My life is Masturbation, Destruction is my Salvation. Robbery is not my way, I annihilate and slay. I am totally corrupt, For my life to be upped, Not for money or fame, Just for fun, it’s all a game. Why make the world better? Earth has by now been fettered.

For more then a millennium, the human race has debated the existence of a higher power. Man has forcefully tried to convince his fellows that his almighty creator is the right one. Acts such as the Spanish Inquisition and the Crusades have sprung out within the last thousand years. Spiritual men have had the idea of a perfect being watching them and the other 6 billion people on the planet. Countless hours of prayer have gone to hundreds of different supreme beings. Some of those prayers have...

His eyes were blurry. If one of his roommates walked in they would think he was crying. He didn’t cry anymore. On the onset of puberty, social norms required the cessation of that dreadful habit. Eyes dripping, he spent three hours staring like a drone at the computer screen. His personality was highly addictive; always craving more of a good thing. On the few cases of social interaction with someone from the opposite sex, if he felt the slightest bit of connection, he turned it into true lo...

Yesterday after a long hard day of sleeping, masturbating, and punting my dog, I logged on to facebook. To my glee there was a new message awaiting my arrival. What could it be? Did I need to send it to ten other people in fifteen minutes so my secret love would call me at midnight? Was it a stupid reminder to some local bands concert? Oh the diversity of facebook messages! What could it be? Ah, a question about dropkicking grannies. Well, surprised by the lack of intelligence in the question...

Drum. Drum. Drum. Horse’s hoofs pound the once tranquil trail, The rider, is not a common man, not delivering lover’s mail, He is more then a brigand, morals he tenaciously upholds, He is more then a nomad, trying to escape the coming cold. No, he is none of these; he is a legend, a hero of once old. Children heard his name, during dusky nights, they heard his name, Before their silent sleeps, their caretakers spat out his fame. Tells outrageously exaggerated, giant lizards and beasts, He did...

Give the mighty messenger much respite, Don’t give into Death’s touch without a fight. “But why?" one might intellectually inquire. “Father’s home is all humans can desire." What proof have ye’ that it’s not fallacy, Nay, be safe. Give the aged much jealousy.

The retarded ramblers claim my insight is a fallacy, They preach, and quote and I give them my jealousy. They have one trait that I shall never posses, Hope, I had once, but I lost it, I confess. I still fall down to the preacher’s precinct, I should just keep my beliefs, soon to be extinct. I cannot convince them, nor could I convert them, But I shall take a bitter smile, their candle will dim. No Eternal Life, no Paradise, Only now, it shant suffice.

The Kingdom of Heaven, an ironic killing field, Seraphs and hellions, neither looking to yield. The acidic blood of fiends by that of sacrosanct beings, The ruler of Heaven and the Traitor, this is between. The duel of the eon, God’s servant versus Satan, commences, The price of this fight, none else so grandly immense. I am Lucifer, devil among the most holy, My defiance might fail, I didn’t consider it wholly. But my cause was just, full of reason, Only the dim-witted cherubim thought it tr...