Some say there is no such thing as perfect.
I strive for perfection of ruin,
Laying destruction along my path
Twin blades speak softly of blood
Thirst and lust of blood is unavoidable
It’s insatiable, never ending
Nourishment and…
Game.
I live and die only for them,
For rampant bloody wars,
For ordered chaos.
I breathe it in as air itself,
I unleash the Beast whom all fear;
Fear is so fucking intoxicating,
It drives me to a certain awareness
Where everything…
Is just absolutely….
Perfect.
I am Death’s own equal warrior,
Ruthlessly keen to serve and
Protect Her. Just only Her,
My diosa, my beautiful diosa.
I fulfill my duties and vows,
Relentlessly and tirelessly.
I live for Her, die for Her
She gave me these swords,
She gave me a new role.
No one fucks with me,
Not even…
You…
I am Lord Seth Mortavious, I am perfection of ruin.




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and what the hell, if you like I have music up on -god forbid- myspace
myspace.com/sbchous
things with beats
Steve
Would you PLEASE email me?!
This is Jordan/Rhonda
psychorazorback@gmail.com
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