Feel tested yet?
Want to test yourself?
Immerse yourself in a world of visceral.
Sit and watch the first and last moments of a stillborn foal, steam still rising from its pink fleshy body
It’s birth cradle shredded uterine lining, blood and mucus.
Go ahead really test yourself
Go swimming in a sea of thick black caterpillars
an all consuming mass of dark hairy movement
take your swimmers.
You want to test yourself? Are you sure
Go prancing in a cancer ward
laughing and pointing
and laughing some more.
No...there will be no tests of this caliber done today
Thank, thank that none shall test their moral fibres in this way
There is a test though
One which is important in verifying the very core of ones character
Kneel and take your beating
let the hard wet slap of knuckles kiss your face over and over
Until you feel unconsciousness beckon
you may not sleep
you must endure
Eventually you will be purple and red
breathing but broken
A conqueror of endurance
Take that test
your soul under magnifying glass
Fire is alive
An alien organism
It’s been around longer than we have
It’s life is usually short
It reaches out to see what it can touch
Flickering and feeling
Like the serpents tongue It tastes the air
It is warmth and light
We may not caress to express our gratitude
Instead we create great monuments
machines of metal or rust
It birthed our world as we know it
And yet we still have no depth in our understanding
We do not understand it’s purpose or afterlife
Only two phrase from its dialect
Swallow and burn
I am ape boy.
My knuckles are hard and my arms are long
Watch me bang my chest and ruffle my neck
My cries are loud.
Warriors envy my strength and my fire
One day I will become ape man I will swallow the world
For now I wait
Testing my strength
quarrels of survival
I wait more
When I finish my conquest
I’ll leave this world with a hiss
For now I wait
The great Sultan Mahmūd of Ghaza is reborn through me. I shall continue the lineage through conquest and feats.
First I shall conquer my provinces dining hall...Big Mikey’s Burger shack. I sent an envoy earlier this week, my offer of peaceful domination was declined.
So we mount archers in the morning. Place battlements at lunch and attack in the afternoon. Many lives will be shed, it will all be worth it though the first bounty in a line of many.
Dear loyalists. The battle did not go as expected. We had captured the hold and staked our claim. However we did not account for the arrival of a retaliation party known as the ‘police’. Our armour was no match for their ‘guns’. We lost many good men.
Now I am held in their keeps dungeon. I must endure for the sake of my bloodline. I must live.
I love your cancer, it’s my favourite thing.
It’s harsh to say but alas it’s true. There’s something so fascinating about watching you struggle and paddle and wriggle and worm. Accept it my friend, let it take you with grace. It is fate after all. You should feel lucky, to be hand picked by the black. A delicious meal to be eaten. Do not be spiteful and do not be sad. What wonderful things were you to achieve hmm, oh a great many I suppose. It’s better for you and better for me, I’ll take your dust as your form fades. For I am decay. You may spit in my face but I’ll wipe it away with a grin. Enjoy your black babe that builds in ur blood, which smothers you slow and boils your breath. Remember my friend you may hate it but there is no cruelty behind chance actions.