i beg and i plead and he sometimes indulges me, but i betrayed him. i beg for his forgiveness; i need earthly touch and earthly pain and earthly sex.
it's not enough. fists and lips and tongues will never satisfy the craving. it claws my eyes out and sifts through my rotting brain.
ascension, the pleasure of the heights of heaven and the pits of hell, the orgasmic rush of being everywhere at once, inside everything.
closer and closer to god and fucking god and devouring god, becoming god and destroying god. ruin. rivulets of sludge.
viscous, grey sludge that drains from my wounds. spilling and spilling and fucking contaminating everything with my pity and sin.
dig inside of god, find her rot and rip it out. chew it up and purge it, contaminate the universe. i am the second coming.