Visions of blood mixed in coffee
Torn thread of children born dead
Thread thorns stolen from the head of the Dead Lord
Eyes cast in ice, fast.
Stare calmly into the eyes of Death
And sip blood-mixed coffee
Spit on the altar
And curse Destiny…
Visions of dark Pottery
Utensils of cursed sorcery
The baritone “kpom-kpom”
Of a monotone gong
Violating the still night—
The brute violating Beauty
Taunting invitation of
the wrath of the Gods.
Tongue dripping blasphemies
The emptiness of a self-inflicted gunshot . . .
As your soul is torn apart
By six-hundred-and-sixty-six demons
The sound of silence screaming.
The X is anonymous. The X is defined as undefined.
The mind of The X is far more twisted and perverted than that of the Devil at the climax of an orgasm. . . Too graphic? This should be taken as a sincere warning.
However, there are times when the feeble soul triumphs over the ticking mind. The X is a manipulator of emotions.
PS: Don’t try to unmask The X. . . You wont succeed.