THE BLACK OIL (44 p2)
The Woman of Zion turns her head to look.
Standing behind her is a female child
pointing a gun straight at her brain.
The woman of Zion smiles erroneously,
“Now be a good girl, honey,
and give mommy the gun.”
The child pistol slaps her mother in the face,
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
The mother is shocked.
She looks behind her daughter and
sees a man standing there.
The woman of Zion is shocked
doing a double take,
once to me and then to him.
She stares shocked and mystified.
The mirror image of myself stands aware.
I address him, “So you’re Flux Paradox”
His eyes answer my question.
I reel back in surprise as staring into his eyes
reveals the centuries of life I will endure.
I question, “Do I keep my promise to her?”
Flux nods.
Around the room monitor’s change to show
the RECORDED LIFE from birth to death
in cut clips playing on different screens in different scenes.
I only sigh, “She was so beautiful.”
Flux agrees.
I further enquire, “Did you meet them, the five?”
Flux smiles.
Staring into his eyes I am forced to ask,
“Exactly how far back did they send us?”
The smile disappears.
Too far it would seem.
I stare further and the explosion in my mind erupts,
“You met Him?!
You drank his blood directly from the cross?!”
The sorrow in his eyes are the only confirmation I need.
The Woman of Zion interrupts,
“and now you’re going to kill me,
you ungrateful son of a bitch.”
I turn to her,
“No. Your daughter, my bride, has strict orders.”
The Women of Zion screams
“Damn it, Michael!
We made the matrix to create you!”
I correct her,
“No.
God made me.
You just interfered.”
She watches as her daughter smiling
keeps the gun pointed at her mother
while the child sets up
a small miniature flame thrower aimed
at her mother’s vagina.
The mother is frozen in fear as I take the same chains
that bound me and place them on her.
The Woman of Zion screams,
“I’ll join you!!”
I smile sinisterly as I prepare an iron mask
over an open fire,
“I’ve heard that LIE before.
It’s far too late.”
The Woman of Zion screams louder,
“How many males get your level of sexual fantasy?!
Three teenage female patients
in a mental hospital,
a ménage a trios
with two sexy women in prison?!
You got to fuck in prison
and this is the thanks we get?!
Need I go on?!
A stewardess on your flight of exile
while the two escorting cops
sat clueless on the plane?!
Need I go on?!
How many girls during your high school days?!
How many adult women?!
We programmed them to desire you,
to seduce you?!”
I no longer smile.
“No.
Fate is beyond your programming.
All that sex and not a breath of love.
My wife was a flash in the pan proving
that love does not exist because if it did,
she would still be alive.”
I conclude the argument with a quote,
“You never had a camera inside my head!”
The others present are frozen
in fear of Flux Paradox.
They are learning to fear me too.
My African secretary enters the room,
holding a male baby in her arms,
she hands him to me.
The Woman of Zion screams,
“What are you doing to my son?!”
I take the son of Zion
and break his skull on the floor,
mashing his reveal neural organs of mush
with the heel of my foot.
She howls in horror.
Her own daughter,
my loyal wife,
turns on the flame thrower,
melting her mother’s vagina close as
I place the hot mask on her face burning her flesh.
Taking a sword from a Mexican nurse who enters,
I first make a small gash in the Woman of Zion’s stomach,
reaching in to pull out her uterus.
After forcing her to eat her own wasted womb,
I perform the final touch by taking the sword
and slicing off her feet
as her daughter burns the stumps shut.
I lean to her ear,
HATING HER SEX with every breath,
and profess,
“I was hungry and you did not feed me.
I was thirsty and you did not give me drink.
A stranger an you did not take me in.
Sick and in prison and you did not visit me.
Naked and you did not clothe me.”
From his cell down the hall,
watching the whole scene on television,
I hear the Man of Zion scream.
Flux Paradox chuckles silently.
The Woman of Zion turns her head to look.
Standing behind her is a female child
pointing a gun straight at her brain.
The woman of Zion smiles erroneously,
“Now be a good girl, honey,
and give mommy the gun.”
The child pistol slaps her mother in the face,
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
The mother is shocked.
She looks behind her daughter and
sees a man standing there.
The woman of Zion is shocked
doing a double take,
once to me and then to him.
She stares shocked and mystified.
The mirror image of myself stands aware.
I address him, “So you’re Flux Paradox”
His eyes answer my question.
I reel back in surprise as staring into his eyes
reveals the centuries of life I will endure.
I question, “Do I keep my promise to her?”
Flux nods.
Around the room monitor’s change to show
the RECORDED LIFE from birth to death
in cut clips playing on different screens in different scenes.
I only sigh, “She was so beautiful.”
Flux agrees.
I further enquire, “Did you meet them, the five?”
Flux smiles.
Staring into his eyes I am forced to ask,
“Exactly how far back did they send us?”
The smile disappears.
Too far it would seem.
I stare further and the explosion in my mind erupts,
“You met Him?!
You drank his blood directly from the cross?!”
The sorrow in his eyes are the only confirmation I need.
The Woman of Zion interrupts,
“and now you’re going to kill me,
you ungrateful son of a bitch.”
I turn to her,
“No. Your daughter, my bride, has strict orders.”
The Women of Zion screams
“Damn it, Michael!
We made the matrix to create you!”
I correct her,
“No.
God made me.
You just interfered.”
She watches as her daughter smiling
keeps the gun pointed at her mother
while the child sets up
a small miniature flame thrower aimed
at her mother’s vagina.
The mother is frozen in fear as I take the same chains
that bound me and place them on her.
The Woman of Zion screams,
“I’ll join you!!”
I smile sinisterly as I prepare an iron mask
over an open fire,
“I’ve heard that LIE before.
It’s far too late.”
The Woman of Zion screams louder,
“How many males get your level of sexual fantasy?!
Three teenage female patients
in a mental hospital,
a ménage a trios
with two sexy women in prison?!
You got to fuck in prison
and this is the thanks we get?!
Need I go on?!
A stewardess on your flight of exile
while the two escorting cops
sat clueless on the plane?!
Need I go on?!
How many girls during your high school days?!
How many adult women?!
We programmed them to desire you,
to seduce you?!”
I no longer smile.
“No.
Fate is beyond your programming.
All that sex and not a breath of love.
My wife was a flash in the pan proving
that love does not exist because if it did,
she would still be alive.”
I conclude the argument with a quote,
“You never had a camera inside my head!”
The others present are frozen
in fear of Flux Paradox.
They are learning to fear me too.
My African secretary enters the room,
holding a male baby in her arms,
she hands him to me.
The Woman of Zion screams,
“What are you doing to my son?!”
I take the son of Zion
and break his skull on the floor,
mashing his reveal neural organs of mush
with the heel of my foot.
She howls in horror.
Her own daughter,
my loyal wife,
turns on the flame thrower,
melting her mother’s vagina close as
I place the hot mask on her face burning her flesh.
Taking a sword from a Mexican nurse who enters,
I first make a small gash in the Woman of Zion’s stomach,
reaching in to pull out her uterus.
After forcing her to eat her own wasted womb,
I perform the final touch by taking the sword
and slicing off her feet
as her daughter burns the stumps shut.
I lean to her ear,
HATING HER SEX with every breath,
and profess,
“I was hungry and you did not feed me.
I was thirsty and you did not give me drink.
A stranger an you did not take me in.
Sick and in prison and you did not visit me.
Naked and you did not clothe me.”
From his cell down the hall,
watching the whole scene on television,
I hear the Man of Zion scream.
Flux Paradox chuckles silently.
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