shit i think i might be in a cult

 being sovereign is more complicated than one could imagine having

     branches and trunk unbreached              by bonkers banked in bearings   

turning eyes closed at every look

                   being saved isn't what they've told you it is. 

cattle a kettle whistling into ill measured metals casting nothing and expecting

bounty. there is no sin when one casts unwanted furies into a undecanted

    collectively casted colander  

                       everyone is doing it and it gets you 

The hall pass forever

                     Sodem was also filled with sex Hungary cadavers licking their lips over the prospect of 

cumming                  its my right to get my dick sucked they cried

     And        being Sovereign is more complicated that on could imagine 

I tried to argue away form their voices 

I tried to right and noble them to stop 

I tried to prison their evils 

and yet

                              their lie and cum and blood soaked vail covered them all in 

Sanctuary       its about me not you he said as she prayed that I would want to

Deserve has no consequence      when cattle a kettle whistling into an ill measured metal 

that knows nothing of the stone

                                        their crucibles crumbling leaking everywhere 

                 but its ok as long as you keep the faith 

when no one lies  no one sees a rooted bastilles breading only tents ungrounded blowing in the wind

                                               not argument but dark magic is leaned on 

the hoard screeching clawing towards belief like a wide opened brainless cuck    clinging to the moment

      with hole-y words thinking that winning the moment for their master will win them the 

eternal ascension they so crave            

                          I could say that i also lie to save my soul 

but then i would be lying and wouldn't then expect ascension as easy as the country town buffet

      laid in front of me feasting on whoever will believe my lies

                                                        they will have to pay me for the gift of taking them in my jaws 

three no Seven no twelve          plates deep

                      it is my right to feast 

And being Sovereign is more complicated then one could imagine

                                                                    take the rights from the demiurge and believe 

what they have told you as your soul is yours and will be lifted

  After all why would they lie to you 

                                    there is no such thing as lying     only what you want