Some say my face was carved by god.
“Angelic, cherubic, handsome, captivating”
meant to do wonders of good,
just like his first creations should.
But, I am the morning star
and you are all forsaken.
Forsaken to this wretched wasteland
of over abundance and under appreciation.
You should feel your spine tingle
your neck crink, ill
thoughts of death and decay
when you hear my name.
Foolish women want to play MY game?
They will never know the numbers
of all the unmarked graves I’ve
The angel has seen your hideous
and it is his right to exterminate
this blight of ugliness that diseased the whole world.
Humanity should kneel
and suck my greatness.
Choke on it
and the dirt that you belong in.
This isn’t YOUR world now,
its always been mine—
I just let you borrow it.