I sit on a bench
here on the mother world
as I await the judges to send me on "processing".
Should I weep? Am I supposed to go mad
and tare the living flesh out of those biroctatic bastards?
Pluck their eyes out with my hands? Grinning and feeling
their blood drenching down my face?
No.
I must not. They dont know the mistake they just made.
I can see the guards glooming over ahead, like locusts on a corpse
they come near as we speak.
Heh, they dont realise that my death shall free me.
They dont know the power they just unleashed.
The awakening of an alien god.
It grows wihitn me. I can feel it. I can sense it looping from one side
to another.
I dream with my eyes wide open. I play mind games with myself
as I await my death, no...Processing. Hehe...no matter.
I will be back,so will he. After that they will pay for their crimes.
I shall see their bodies drenching in their comrade's blood.
I shall enjoy their sorrow and watch their brains melting from the power within me.
Its not my falut. Still...where will I go later? God shall not accpet me, imno longer human,
Big Lu shall dump me as well. Im an alien in the eyes of Man. Grow my God...thrive...
we shall build our own haven. We shall...lest we will be immortal and we must not...
for you are an alien god, and you shall free me.
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