Oh great faint mother I call upon thee
To deliver the angel of death
To reclaim what it has stolen from me

For there is a beast
Made of murder
I can no longer keep chained

I feel it's muscled tail
Twitching
Coiled in my guts

It’s armored spikes ready to erupt
Up my spine, puncturing my liver and my kidneys
Piercing through my thin freckled skin

A crooked little smile
It's weaves weave a blistering membrane inky and slick
From my wrist bones to my hips

Narrowing now
For its first ravenous flight
My impassed conscience unshackled from my troubled mind

It's tiresome ambiguities
I am lost to it
I have no memory of myself, my purpose, our family name
I am now just scale and flame
The angels shrivel beneath my gaze
This room a tomb
A graveyard rot
My demands float away on the perfume of my own doom
This is all I’ve got

So now I must consume
The powerful know me
My becoming keeps them awake at night
Shivering in their feculant beds as I sharpen my claws on the bones of their dead

And this may be not what I sought
But now I can burn cities with hatred to the ground
And the gods would not bring me down

I am (??) an incinerating beast of endless rage
A nightmare full of teeth
Empty I turn my gaze

Kneel and feed me

“Hi Otep, the world is ready for you Otep. They're ready for you to come back and knock it out of the park. I have all the faith in the world in you sister. I love you and I can't wait to talk to you.”