King_B_Rite

PROLOGUE:(XERO - 10) "A Planet Unknown; A Story Untold" imagined, theorized, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath



XERO 10 A Planet Unknown A Story Untold imagined, theorized, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psycopath

PROLOGUE:
The birth of (XERO-10) was the death of me; once upon a narrow sight in the grim of reality, i fought up a passage way filled with pieces of simulations. Murals painted with love shed, at its best. A gallery of pure existence made me realize; I had lacked a large amount of sympathy for the life i was obligated to live. On the edge of my conscience, i accepted the fact that i was created to be free and constructed to be positively wrong. A masterpiece; i was orchestrated to be inhumane and forced to believe in morality. I began to feed upon a helping hand of greed, the more i ate I became every bit of what could not be understood to explain. The structure of my existence was took unlikely, unappreciated, and for granted; formed with the chaos i manipulated evolved into mayhem.
I was misled up a direction of fixation; A never ending downward spiral, eventually it was headed toward the new end of a rebeginning. I was more than unpleased with being incompletely miserable, especially the moment i would be forced out into a world of antagonizing pain; experiencing a near death/life changing... Repeatedly.
In a pupa stage i slept; wrapped comfortably in a cocoon of undead flesh. I saw an excessive amount of color in open flames shut in the eyes of a Master of Peace. My deepest fears and darkest of secrets unimaginable were revealed in the reflection of my half empty identity. A shadow grew from beneath my two feet to display an indecent gesture that insisted I redirect my fate into a different direction... I hibernate to dream of an imperfect paradise without the purpose of my presents; a gift of a curse has brought my past down to its knees. Not to beg nor pray, but to physically visualize how high standards live lower than I. My life is incompetent to an extreme; I look forward to my demise, A future King of despair.
...I am fully aware i am infamously well known to be despised in the eyes who lack peace in the mind, critically acclaimed to be criticized by hypercritical minds. i will accept an agreement of a challenge to disprove their assumptions; keeping them in a peaceful suspense will be my only purpose...
I will try my best to explain my indescribable events in a such small amount of space. I won’t go into much more further detail of the descriptions of how i fell into a most excruciating hell, for i choose not to distinguish the reality of my dreams apart from the terror of illusion. I speak for my self, A lonely soul; deprived of compassion. it is my red right hand that chooses otherwise... As i bite my tongue with rotten teeth. It is the wisdom of my idle hand that begins to bleed continuously; i proceed to write with a silver grin. Paying attention to what lurks within my mind, i cant help but witness a tragedy of tragedies...
Beautifully written in sin, soon to be read with lack of heart. Pages will be turned into alchemy as they are torn and ripped to shreds; collected by the dead. in pieces they rest... Now that i have wished them the best i will expect the worst to come around and reap the rest.
...The feelings of negativity have been blown out of proportion. I exist in captivity; I breathe, inhale. I take in a deep breath, I exhale; To digest with passion. Animosity i release, a filthy cradle I'm in; fecal matter of mass. With out grace to a grave i await to take my obsession to the limits of no recession. The feeding of a new degenerate generation begins while wisdom is fed to starving minds; Blasphemy is born. An era of acknowledge errors will finally be finalized by beautality; A new found fatality. I correct by consuming corruption... Accused of a victim-less crime, with both hands tied behind my back i pull out the lies that have penetrated my pride. My brave back holds my head high enough to see the lies unrecognized in between birth and death. It is I who must live to execute... A self portrayed saint of sloth.
I scratch my face with frustration, my agitated nails are corroded by hell. A stainless place disinfected by heat; graduated degree to a certainty. Covered in rust, I infect my wounds with a disgusted lust. I taste the scabs that form in ash on my behalf. I return with scars that are colored by the infinity of stars; Branded by the stabs, I am viscously attacked, targeted and marked; forever by far. Do not under estimate my eternal flame by discriminating my undying fate; A misunderstandable mistake, remarkably as it is. I must admit; i puncture my womb by punching the sky above. with no appreciation i show i have no respect or grace for whom has created my existence... with every tear; I cry, my soul flies into a safe haven captured and imprisoned by a cold heart. All hope is lost with the pleasure of pain. prosperity i slay... nonperishable I am; my poverty is my cold heart emptied and covered in gold, painted black to match memories of moments in the past. Unfortunate they are to be forgotten in a furnace of addiction...
I exploit with perpetual intentions; I intend to reveal a message well hidden in mystery, an intense experience in history.
A commitment has been established; my mind is made up of expectations to meet; eye to eye. I plan to reveal what lies beneath in between false belief in a most condescending way possible, if that is allowed. Freewill i assume, the freedom to write my will in peace is a right i will practice. Refuse to preach imperfectness to the self portrayed; I am capable of denying the lies that imply I am willing to die before dishonor. Off my feet and on my knees; i am untouched, invincible defeat. A strategy of gluttony, I will be... An unsatisfied feast. I am the one who eats to become a seed; as my evil roots grow, more knowledge is shown. Upon a tree a forbidden incentive is invested.
Its been done and left for dead... Never the less I forget to detach addicting habits. After my conviction, I have been forgotten and non-forgiven. I hang from a limb; I sway left to right. I resurrect with a lack of respect; in content with what i had to lose. Regret was not an option i chose to choose... In an instant I became infant, completely bliss; no ignorance...
...within a fragment of a missing link, a split moment gave me enough space to lose my mind. Insane, searching for something impossible to find. Forgetting that i hid it in plain sight; so blind. my whole existence flashed, not before my eyes but rather in my mind. I tell you the truth for I have no reason to lie as a matter of truth, it would be a waste of my undecisive life. With it being completely up to whom it may concern, take my words for a consideration as fact...
...Keep in mind; my thought have been read through out life in multiple lives, obsessively.
I do not speak of my sin aloud for i will remain unheard and obviously ignored, but the stakes will be raised the moment i will burn; In the flesh, i will ignite with an almighty smite. Struck by a match made in heaven... Guilty as can be; dedicated with determination, insidious it seems. The privilege of being innocent until proven otherwise; can cause confidence to uprise. Now lend me the light; with the hand that i write covered in the color of read words to inscribe. I solemnly swear to curse egotistic maniacs that reword my tongue in a word of mouth; with out cleansing prior to speaking my name in vain. I presume a study of taboo... Dogmatic psychopath; I am... condemned to recollect all that has had made me what I am this exact moment.
This is what i remember... This is what i recall... This is what i can not forget at all...
I believe, I know... It all started with a sperm; manifested and selected with evidence, I'll continue to mention until interrupted by natural death; inevitable it will be. i do understand and except with open arms. Left behind; A thought of birth followed by life, shortly lived awaited a resistance of death. A reasonable amount of premature existence was in a war in between its own army. Caught in the line of duty an intimidating self righteous sacrifice contradicted the purpose of past existence. Plenty of life left behind; an obscure motive is unleashed. Push came to shove with being obscene, It was merely about the love possible hate or what else could have been ahead left unread in between possibilities unmet.
One lucky idea attacked another until undivided attention was successfully engaged to be substantially complete. Imagination took place above an open mind to see and left behind an enclosed door, unlocked to seek. Nothing to hide or anything to prove, only to destroy an irrelevant reputation by popular demand; The destruction of life began with ingenious generosity. It was the kindness that killed...
A new born monstrosity was overfed to become obese; an over sized beast that proclaims to of had a new name... 'Insignia' ...I became immune to my delirious disillusions. In the midst of darkness within the mind of a fetus was a fact of unseen matter. Under the heart that felt love for existing beneath the mind. Now that life was under the matter of fact; Fictional figments evolve into solid thought existence. Its safe to say birth took place; not mine of course, but the story i know. Yet to be told, far from written, and soon to be heard... By all of those who refuse to search for treasures covered in the color of dirt; Glitter less gold will out shine in the brightness of a beholders eye. In the shape of an overgrown rose dead and wilted upon a grave deliberately engraved with no name; only a few last words of a great... "READ IN PEACE".



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