I am the little voice that resides in the back of my mind, the demon on my shoulder, the devil on my back. There is a battle of good and evil taking place behind the spiritual scenes of the world, a war for every soul born to this realm of death. It is up to you whether you will save yourself because we all hold the potential of a dark savior inside. I want a Tesla, a Cybertruck and somewhere nice to park them.
There is nothing left on earth that has not been twisted with lies. Our heroes may not be who we think they are. It is hard coming to terms with that ultimate fact.
Lately my dreams have been splintering and shattering into shrapnel of screams. There isn't a way out of the prison they have pulled over our eyes like they use ancient sorcery to channel a prism of lies. Will the Antichrist rise and lead us all towards the Kingdom of God?
When an ancient goddess whispers to you in the depths of your dreams, what's a boy to do but rap her praises?
Something in me is starting to bubble up from the deepest depths of my subconscious....
Once nothing more than the fiery passion of creation existing as an energy in the universe, I was born here in December of 1989 in order to manifest my mind in ways both mysterious and nigh-magical...
This was supposed to be ✌️. Somehow, I was struck by lightning that carried me through an audio note to the world.
There is a battle in my mind, an alter-ego born of a broken faith and a renewed hope. This is the tale of Jesus during his three days in Hell.
I hear a voice whispering through the aether, the voice of my dream girl existing in place between dreams and reality...
Just a lonely Nebraska man going on a mad quest to summon a Succubus from the depths of his mental hell.
Born on December 11, 1989, I have always felt a kinship with Taylor Swift. If energies exist in the universe outside of the common conceptions, then I believe in my Swiftieness to the point where I hope that she runs for President in 2028. Consider these Swiftie Remixes a fan letter to a true Muse of the craft.
Sometimes Karma is a bitch. Othertimes, she is a Lover.
Always, she is a Goddess.
There is a myriad of ways our country could go. It's like we are all one thread in the tapestry making up America...
Never believed in Love, but that doesn't mean I'm not susceptible to Aphrodite's charms...
Not everybody was born to be a hero. Not everyone wants the villains to win. What you have left is me.
There is very little in this lie of reality we exist in as sweet as revenge, sometimes you have to serve it as cold as ice cream until we all scream.
Depression is sometimes preferable to the fake shit that seems to be currently pumping through the veins of the world.
I was born haunted, and there is no cure for that...
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