Behold my manifesto.
To all who cross me, know only pain comes in your wake.
To all who betray me, know that your fruits have been cursed with rot.
To all who decieve me, know that such deceptions lie in your future afterwards.
To all who attempt to sip my blood from its very veins, know that
for you, my heart and soul is only poison, and bares no good will towards you.
My good fortune only feeds on your ever-growing tragedies;
as you get worse, I only grow stronger.
And stronger.
And stronger!
I sip your on your misery like golden heated porridge in a soft summer breeze
sitting on a porch with a lovely view and a rocking chair, as I smile
and see only ash and fire from the distance
of your home.
And when you come and scorn my name and everything I stand for,
know that I will only say,
gleaming with only a smile sculpted from the gods themselves,
"I have no enemies."
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Behold my manifesto.
To all who cross me, know only pain comes in your wake.
To all who betray me, know that your fruits have been cursed with rot.
To all who decieve me, know that such deceptions lie in your future afterwards.
To all who attempt to sip my blood from its very veins, know that
for you, my heart and soul is only poison, and bares no good will towards you.
My good fortune only feeds on your ever-growing tragedies;
as you get worse, I only grow stronger.
And stronger.
And stronger!
I sip your on your misery like golden heated porridge in a soft summer breeze
sitting on a porch with a lovely view and a rocking chair, as I smile
and see only ash and fire from the distance
of your home.
And when you come and scorn my name and everything I stand for,
know that I will only say,
gleaming with only a smile sculpted from the gods themselves,
"I have no enemies."
