Unholy Endeavors

SHIKIZUMOI feel the anvil in my chest.I can’t move.Can’t breathe.Can’t relax and calm myself.This anvil who knows nothing.Nothing but to craft destructionTo cast desolation upon my heart.Pain is painful.It touches you.It screams at you.It soothes within you.It demands to be and to keep on being.Until you resist it no longerAnd until you let it leave your side willingly.COSMOSWill you bear the sin of hypocrisy?All heroes are suchNull this primitivityBurn the very fabric of realityWith quintillion singularitiesSeptillion abnormalities sextillion anomaliesNone remained.I’m a hero and a hypocrite.I never wanted pain but I still did it.I’m a hero to those I savedAnd a hypocrite for betraying myself.So if you need a hypocrite I will be.A hero I will be.Through this book I will be.