I never lost my soul to Whispering Entities
I thought there was one of them
naive me
pig in a slaughterhouse
distracted by banana peels
many
Whispering Entities
the whole tribe fought for the pig
between themselves
desperate parasites
because the pig turned god
exhibition of energies was phenomenal
a drop of life
since the Flood
levitating above the surface of million droughts
imagine that
golden kill above the field of fire
wild
they wanted it
unless there was another reason for being chosen
by the desert snakes
inhumane dusk
wind pushing darkness West
trees are listening
crowns are religiously touching the ground
my place in the house of the devil
empty
madness
madness probably bluffed again
then breathe
breathe through the tube
the magic flute will help you
escape into the shell of interdimensional deafness