Calibrations

Fixed

1. There is nothing more new you can create in this world and for this world.
He can devastate everything in this pit from the bottom to the top.

2. All degenerative pieces will rest in My holy piss.
Nothing this world needed more than this.

3. Everything in this world is covered with the plastic and pitted into plastic grave.
With plastic nails it’s finally buried.

4. And I can only create the last one Thing and everything will kept it in it’s mind forever.

5. Something great and unforgettable.
It will never be forgotten.

6. Danger.
To the mankind.
Terrible to humanity.

7. Screams and spits and puke everywhere.
Everywhere in every place at which I will appear – everything will be turned into screams, spits and puke.

8. (Somebody do something!
Oh no, somebody or something save us!
Save us from this now.
Oh no, we’re all will be dead soon.
Oh no, it’s coming!)

(Call the police.
Call the god.
Somebody call the god.
Somebody pray for a dead flesh.
Somebody call Marx!
Somebody send to this a genocide!)

9. Somebody do something, my body is turned out into rotten shit that split apart.
Oh no, it’s coming.

10. Oh no, He is coming.
Deconstructor that deconstructs.
Devastator that devastates.
Debuilder that debuilds.
Ruiner that ruins.
Irresponsible superman that spread irresponsible tumors in every head He discover.

11. Soul Inflammator.
Soul separator.
Dehumanizator.
Mind blower.

12. I am what I represent in My Mind.
I am what I’m thinking about days by days, nights by nights.
I am the idea and great Thought, which I will introduce to this plastic reality.

13. Behold!
Because I am rising!

Devastations

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There is the exit

1. I am the representation of a saint, animalistic fear.
I am the representation of panic of all panic.

2. My whole body is a fear factory.
I am Myself the god of fear.

3. At the same time I am Myself the god of Destruction.
Then, I am Myself the god of individualities.
Then, I am Myself the god of pure desires.

4. Stop Myself from My own inauguration.
I will not stop Myself from My own hegemony.

5. I run through thousands of fields.

6. I run through thousands of fields that are covered with thousands of blood of a thousand victims.

7. I taste My lips, it’s kinda sweet.
It’s kinda hurts.

8. It’s just a little death.
It does not mean anything at all.

9. Where is the exit?

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