Bleed out in flesh and bone, sacred in sacrilege of evil throne, welcomed the calamity for the sadist, awaken catastrophe for the deranged beast.
ℬleed out in flesh and bone, sacred in sacrilege of evil throne, welcomed the calamity for the sadist, awaken catastrophe for the deranged beast.
𝓒ontrolled, downed, conquered. Each of the vein rushing in blood of the prey, enemy longed for damned—skinned alive, and shrieking in pain; coughing the vain.
𝐖hat distinguishes sadism from aggression is the hunter’s intense identification with his victim. Sadism is the form that aggression takes when it is fleeing its doom, the joy of avoiding victimhood, though that puts it too passively. It could be considered as the immense satisfaction of having taken control of the experience of victimhood by inflicting it on another, and another, and it continues—haunting the desired prey with excellences form of evildoer. These hideous gutting's, leaks of anguished and bloody fingers, it seeks the flesh of innocence, lustfully hungry of their sacred kindness. With the identity of unknown, he longed for the soft voices calling him in sweet manner, caressing his cheeks gently, before he became ruthless—showing them how love can degrade a man into an unstoppable force of a beast. Through the stirrup irons might come the voices of the dead, and he controls them all within flick of fingers. Sitting behind the lenses of his camera, he hunts the scent of his next prey as he replays the image of diminishing their soul, pushing them into the deepest pit of hellish imagery.
𝐌agnificently excellent on his field, he becomes the flawless portrayal of Sycophantic manner. His reflection shows darkness—bleaking fragments bubbling into vengeance, drowning in the thick revelation of sickening loathsome. Dishonorable wickedly plays into the game, and the depraved iniquitous devil would surely gain the triumphant card. Be aware of his debauched adjustment, all concealed in the gentleness of his streams of tune. Like a phantom of menace, his ominous presence consumes any lingering obscure thoughts, gradually deranges the warfare shell of universe; No peaceful state would ever resurfaced, he conquered the trajectory of grossly iniquitous along with his morally wrong frame of mind; Hearken the gruesome nor terrible tune he emits from his tempting lips, whispering your presence alluringly to walk closer, until you fall under his trap as you scream in terror—becoming his beloved innocent lunatic.
Controlled, downed, conquered. Each of the vein rushing in blood of the prey, enemy longed for damned—skinned alive, and shrieking in pain; coughing the vain.