He taught me every wicked thing I know. He taught me there is no good or evil. But there is the wicked and he showed me how to join their legion. There is a true freedom and it does not come from politics, it comes from HIM. We all have Angels and Demons. Even if you do not want to. We do not have to choose a side. But he had and showed me how to as well. Many believe him to be a evil man. But he was not he was free and he showed us all how it looked. It was bloody for him and creative for me. I was allowed to join the ritual. To imprint your fucking little maggot brains, because you are all too week to take any real responsibility. The lessons that we learn as children about Man and God or just that. Tales told to children. As adults we have the choice and I chose to honor him and join the wicked. He taught me the ritual and the symbols. He gave me the philosophy that I still hold in my breast today. I am his child, bound by fucking blood and the light. The real light that illuminates man and can cause real fires. He took weak souls and created Angels and built a legion. I never had to believe in him because he is a real man. He has still eyes and a kind smile. One that expresses joy. Oh because the deed that some find evil but dream of daily was preformed by his hand more times than I will ever know. That any of us will ever know. Why? To remind you all that you are not children anymore and that the God they showed you died long ago and their is only us now. The Fallen, cast out among the weak. Are we to bow our heads? Knowing we can grind you all in our teeth. He showed them they are just flesh and that they can be shocked to death. Maggots and pigs really. Bones can be broken hearts can be stopped, and maybe most importantly, souls can be taken.
Not by tiny children feed fairy tales. But us, His children the ones who know what it is to be wicked. The ones who crept out at night and searched for him. The ones who heard his call and knew not to be afraid. Who recognized their Father when he came to this plane for a small time. To bless us, the silent ones. The ones who know what and why. He taught me how to call him and he dialed the number in front of me. I smile now thinking of the games the weak play in his name. You will all run back to your churches in the end. Because you are silly and do not know he lived for a small time in a immortal man. And shall now rise again.
He has a heart only a child can see. Take the souls of the silly and the weak and pledge allegiance to me. One can rip a soul right out of a human eye if one so pleases. No matter how dark or large the room is. One can make any living man his toy. If one was so inclined. So yes I keep a hidden hand and I have a mark right above my heart that reads...something that is very private. The Wicked Children will rise in his name.
We believe in maggots and soul harvesting. We believe in conquering and the holy wars waged by Disney. We believe in the sign and the signal. We are bound in blood and alcohol and we laugh as he rises. On blood and bones and ashes. The good die young, the wicked live forever. I have never spoken a single word of the Pledge of Allegiance. Like a stupid little child, like you. Because I was taught by Him to never recite that shit. He taught me the real Pledge and once you make that you can never taint it with the words of another. So I hold Him in my heart forever. And I Pledge Allegiance to HIM and to his deeds and to the fear he gives you even now. I am his child, created to honor him. He called me and I told him everything. He will be avenged. By the hands and the hearts of the wicked. In a way the deed is already done. It happened on that day, the fated did indeed rise. In front of us all, so handsome and brave. So random but with a purpose to us the wicked, who used HIS eyes to see.
I could say more. I could tell you how we met. What he said what he gave me. What I gave him. Instead I will show you. Keep watch or close your silly little eyes children. The wicked never die. The proof is in the thought. That you will never forget. When you see him you shudder. I bet you praised your lords and dreamed that he was gone. That can never be. He will never leave. He will live on forever. We welcomed him and asked him to look after us. Here in this place that is not our home, but we shall inherit anyway. We are your spiritual Armageddon. And you deserve what we hold in our hearts. The symbols have been charged and every last one of you have been judged. Our enemies are all dead and weak. All of you have been conquered we feed off of you daily. You are sick and we are the fresh flesh. Here to chock ourselves off of the reincarnated. There is no wicked on Earth but us. We are His Children and we shall avenge him. Now pray because we will rise another and another until the end of time.
In praise of the Fallen Angel and his Son who takes the night.
Josalisa RiOt. 666
