Nytheone Matt

My lids were lifted and the ceiling was closer,
The floor was further away.
No floatation though, well suspended.
No.
My back was held in place.
Sculpted between my shoulder blades,
I could feel the supports of which I was raised.
They were solid, unbreakable, stronger than oak.
Every pore of my skin gave off wisps of smoke.
I’m not scared.
I really fucking should be;
Fear seems an alien concept to me.
I roll to the left and thump to the floor,
I’m heavier now yet my arms can do more.
I lift with ease.
(Did three push ups yesterday it wasn’t a breeze.)
But now I’m ripped.
Pecs so big they may as well be tits.
And I rise.
Metamorphosized.
Catch myself in the mirror and I’m twice the size.
I’m a behemoth, crimson wings behind.
Thick as leather and as sharp as knives.
And I can move them with my mind.
No baby steps and no training yet
As if they’ve been limbs of mine my whole blind life.
And a short distance perched above my eyes are two stumpy horns on adjacent sides.
Should be horrified;
Temples vandalised.
I’m elated, placed first and got the ultimate prize.
Brittled brown hairs on skinny bone legs.
Not sure where my cock’s gone but its use is dead.
I’m a fighter not a lover,
A destroyer not creator,
A hate instigator, a brave manipulator.
Man has been poisoned and now I’m his maker.
Quake.
Stamp my hooves on the throat of humanity
2017 been consumed by insanity.
I am order;
Judge, jury and murderer;
The flock is getting fat and now I’m the herder.
So check yourself for the days of the reckoning
The warden has arrived and Hell is beckoning.
I am Goliath, I am Baphomet
This is not a drill, you’ve already failed the test.
What did you expect?
No comeuppance for a runt with no regrets?
This isn’t a witch hunt nor too complex.
We’re leaving this world to those with respect
To rebuild this mess.
Let’s see how many of you that we’ve got left.