Somewhere in a Book
The Ballad of the Antichrist is a rap lyric meant for execution. It is the largest EXIT verse compared to the Word itself. However, there is not enough hatred in one's voice for expelling the ballad…
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"What are you doing!" I shout.
He looks down at me and his socket's are wide. "What am supposed to do…"
He gestures his hand at me and I hear moaning. Kanshi grasp my head behind me. Danebod flies toward me at a high speed clamping her teeth. Her eyes are hallowed.
They must have been empty this whole time. What's the soul doing?
I block Danebod with my left forearm. Her teeth pierce my skin, soaking my coat in a palm sized blood stain. I keep forgetting. "BOW!" I shout.
Because it's in my soul, somewhere. Danebod bites me harder, I have to yell.
T H E W O L F I S N O M O R E
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I'm tired of fighting. I don't actually have magic, do I? Maybe I am like my mama. I'm a drug addict.
That horse from before. It drags me behind him. I see a light above and I hear a baby whimpering. "Excellect."
The horse lets me go and the people I came with or no longer. Just bodies above the ground. That's symbolic… I guess you gotta tip toe around hell.
"Welcome!" a man smiles in my face. He has the head of a cow. I wanna piss myself. Stop smiling at me.
"This is the Admissions of Mark Church. We open the doors around 8:30 eastern time." the cow grins. "We'll severing refreshments and we would like everybody to participate in the Autumnal Equinox. I'm going to ask the women of the church to not bring the pumpkin pie. You upset Rodney." he furrows. "Welcome. You are lucky."
"What?"
"I said, you are lucky." he tilts his head. "What? Am I ugly?" he leaves me, but I still hear him. "Let's see, which head… Ferness, Murdoc, my own father. Today I'll be… Wixuc."
I'm afraid to sit up. The Horse looks down at me and a line of drips down. "No, no, no…"" he slurps it back up and smiles. "I look like fucking Nas!"
Nas?
And he looks like the rapper. "Hi…" he smirks. "Now pick her up." the horse balls up my collar and hoist me up. He picks his arms around me, like a loving girlfriend.
"Now, I'm Janna. This is my church. My bitch isn't here right now. But, later on in the day. Can take care of my son and daughter?"
What…
"My daughter is the mermaid that looks like a dog and my son has chicken wings and a human head."
"What the fuck are you!" I didn't mean to get loud. I have no idea what's going on. "Well… I'm hiring you. I need a mammy to watch my kids. I got another--"
"Another what!"
He holds his mouth open astonished. "BABY!" he yells. "You inconsiderate bitch!"
"You. Have. A. TAIL!"
"I do! I have committed sins, I am a devil, the devil!" he's wearing the head of a dead man. "I want to do this! I want to be the gangsta under!"
"You wanna be Satan?"
"Fuck yes!" he paces to me. "Look at this fucking world we live in. It's already Godless. Why the fuck not!" he gestures to the people, if you could call them that. "This is my congregation! I'm doing what grandpa did."
"So this shit is tradition!"
"I'M ALREADY DEAD. I DIED AT 11, WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT KIDS? I DON'T!"
"Did you kill Nas!"
"Yep! That's what grandpa did, we robbed Aleigha, why not everybody in the game!" he chuckles. "I got Rakim! Melle Mel! Wait, there's more, Eminem! I got Heavy D, Fat Joe, The D.O.C! I'm a rapper!"
"No..."
He counted on his fingers. "I got DMX. Redman, MF Doom, MC Hammer, and Public Enemy!"
He's clearly crazy. I can't get out of this mess. There are heads of people behind him, mouths open, missing eyes as if they were tortured before.
He wags his finger at me. "I know you."
He probably knows Santa Claus. "You 2Pac daughter..."
"What...?" He's crazy. My daddy is Yawa. "I can hear you." he jabbed his temple. "You are his daughter. All that body switching didn't save him."
My eyes are spread open. He smirks with the head of Nas on his shoulders. "Did you cut off my daddy's head?" I hate how weak I sound.
He raises his brow. "Call me Wednesday." he says. "Mr. Wednesday."
"Wednesday?"
"Yes!" He puts his hands behind his back. "Now. Little Nerelim needs to be in bed by 8. I hate when my kids stay up pass eight."
The horse squeezes me. "Tel is a girl. Now, she's getting big. I don't want her eating anything at night. Again, I hired you as a mammy."
"Bitch, get on somewhere with that!"
"I will not. I'm going out," he smiles. "To lie my life! I need time for me. So, stay in this barn and look after these damn kids!"
I wonder does he know he's a man. Mr. Wednesday walks out the barn and the horse licks me...
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Tel and Nerelim are two mangles. The definition of a mangle is like the human centipede plus voodoo. It runs on the Frankenstein theory that was written by Olli Kwasnio.
I went to school and as far as I know, logic is going to help me.
Mangles are mockery against God. Ollie Kwasnio worked with the Growden family for six months before he realized they were Pious.
Ollie was an atheist.
When the coming of vampires and religion became a thing, he wanted to understand angels. Back in Humblewood, we saw an angel and they rarely almost never leave the realm. Though some Ghetto Conspiracy theorists argue they do. You can't see with the naked eye.
Supposedly, Ollie wanted to recreate the appearance of Gabriel and he did. It's a whole picture in the textbooks of a white man dragging a mutant of Gabriel the Angel.
According to Ollie, he gave Gabriel the toes of a goat, the head of a baby, and wings of a vulture. Now, the actual image of Gabriel is an eleven feet tall human being. It's two pictures and the first you could see his face. The second is Gabriel with his eyes shut and teeth showing with his arms crossed over his chest.
He had turned to stone.
According to the textbook, Gabriel was fighting Medusa but, in the Ghetto, Locucts. Medusa wasn't even on the ground, though, rumored to be disguised as a Witch from the Hood.
There is the infamous Graffiti wall in the Ghetto. Then you have the nonbelievers.
Some suggest that Medusa herself is walking and created the animalistic being known as Ashy'hod. The Growdens made their own snake. While snake in the hood is an actual being and voodoo is real.
Aleigha blessed it for hiding his daughter. The real Ashy'hod leaves behind human footsteps. Because he is, the man in the streets.
Though, snakes cannot walk. It's Ghetto, so like slang, I guess. Ashy'hod was put in place as a type of Idol. Which of course is a sin. So, another Hood theory by the Growdens was that black people were rebuilding and lost sight of God while being in a basement.
Nowadays, devotion is an activity of the heart. Which brings up another textbook, of Shikki Bible stating that the acts of Idolatry were a psychological respond to Emptiness.
What humans understand is that they NEED and WANT. We NEED water because that's a form of survival. We WANT diamonds. However, we do not use diamonds as currency. The value of a diamond is less because it is merely a Jekyll gift, as coined by Shikki. To mean, I give you roses but I'm also going to give you shit in a box.
Such as many materials, bought by rappers and the rich alike, turn the skin green.
Humans have misused the material for selling it, duplication, or sacrilege.
Ezekiel 28:12-19
"Son of man, raise a lamentation over the king of Tyre, and say to him, thus says the Lord God: "You were the signet of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone was your covering, sardius, topaz, and diamond, beryl, onyx, and jasper, sapphire, emerald, and carbuncle; and crafted in gold were your settings and your engravings. On the day that you were created they were prepared. You were an anointed guardian cherub. I placed you; you were on the holy mountain of God; in the midst of the stones of fire you walked. You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created, till unrighteousness was found in you. In the abundance of your trade, you were filled with violence in your midst, and you sinned; so, I cast you as a profane thing from the mountain of God, and I destroyed you, O guardian cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire.
It's relevant now.
He really has these two mangles in this barn like Jesus in a fucking manger.
One really has her feet connected and the other is so damn ugly, every time I look I wanna shit.
I pick up Tel, that is the mermaid baby. It's not the head of a dog but her face resembles a pug's snout. She's ugly. "Hi..." I say. She has a clef plate too; her lip might as well not be a lip.
I tap the top lip. I'm supposed to be a mammy. I should run away with the children. They're clearly being abused. "You can't." This child almost died.