| I was sitting in a dark corner of a strip club, watching naken women dance like snakes slithering up the vine of knowledge to bite the hand that reaches. I saw politics, and preachers fall to their doom, playing with fire, they had to give up a holy revival and give into evil desires, Lilith worked the bar, served me plenty time for free, for when I came, she knew who I was, and what I was about, so for her there was no weaseling her way out. Besides, being me is being free, and being me is a gift and cursed rolled into a tight scroll, a story that sucks you in, and pulls you down, a way to find out how a demon drowns. A loathesome vampire of the lonly, in a tomb of terror for mortals, merry meets to all I hear the Druid say as he walked through the forest, do not touch what nature protects, and we will feed upon what it vexed. Pleasure, and pain in a local upstairs bed, a night with three or four vampire devas will do me good for the coming Night. Finishing wars is in my blood, time to kill a rival, time to become known as a prince of malice and amazement. Iv saved mortals, and virgins alike, from spending an eternity in a Hell fire of spite, Iv killed demons and angels alike, to sooth the acheing wounds of a Religion that was on the edge in a swoon, Iv walked with the reaper and carried out a connecting conversation of conservation. He taught me well, and told me all about hell, and how to get a story of my own to Tell. Now I'm just doing that. |
