I am an exotic taste with poison darts recoiling within the husk I have become,

Will fermentation continue in life’s humid revulsion?

I can take up many hobbies with a million hands to waste,

Time spins around into an exulting whirlwind, drawn from a breeze,

If you’ve got the time to spare I’ve got a story to weave,

My thick leather skin impelled into an inhuman shape, doesn’t change the process it took,

It took a fortune of questionable plants and weeds, and setting it all on fire once or a dozen times,

Men have their pride, only women bleed, and the hermaphrodite angel monster from hell has its words, temptation and invitation to a utilized fantasy from which it comes from,

Hell is for those who care to come, I invite you all.