A Horror to Come-MasseMord

for I am a fratricide when bonds of blood are joyless desires or rather a whining of tears shed and moments of oblivion when persistance gains features divine or clenched fists dignified in blood crimes commited but for splinter of penalties and attachment to achievements and properties I am not the one but exclusivity I demand for I am your enemy if you are worthy of homage paid to volatile visions bastards spawned in hiding whose provenance embarassingly unveils a lust of superpower and lust to control at least one fate! and if they are not ignoble enough then for insolence of delusions where hellfires and the damned and all demons from five sides of the earth support to overthrow something there is no more place in the universe for you are closer to victims and narcotic nonsenses execrated just by yourself! for I am the mocker when you poison the silence with words that while meaning nothing embrace with despair and anger stronger than rags of affection of villainy against humanity when you mutilate the serenity of thoughts lost by wasted exhalation providing same dryness as dried holy flesh upon the piece of wood for the first and last time I shall throw this stone and my shadow shall become the grievance and the answer.