Dusty of window fly protection,
keeps out the mosquitos
after my blood and left of me,
and yet they bring on the *******,
of what's left
of the shallows that are breathing,
the flowing of red fountain bleeding.
Black marks on sheets of unrest resting
carpet's ***** as my mind can be,
showers and walks back into black,
my feet will never be clean like Jesus's.

I am but the demon God brought
into a dying and corrupted world.
My aim is to ******* destroy it
so we can all be free of him...