Chaos in its Beautiful Form

Spilling the blood of the so called innocent…carving out there throats....hearing them scream my name in pure agony...loving the feel of there blood run down my dry throat...their raged screaming fills my ears like sweet music...I wanna gut them...skin them...burn them alive...tear them to shreads...feed there rotting corpses to plauge rats....hang them in the street with branded chest sizziling....loving the sound of flesh melt at the bottom end of hot steel...I want to rule along side my king...make love in the pools of blood...have our kindom bow to our every whim...forever in a brutal,gruesome war....forever in a bloody romance with my king....with his head against my neck....anticipation building....waiting for him to suck my blood...then make sweet,passionate,love....Bodies aching for one another....love and lust in its prime....hearing each other moan and beg for more...thrusting to the beat of fighting outside our castle walls....hearing the screams of people at war....just made us go at it more...and that night we concived a beautiful baby boy...and the rest is history.....just be glad it was a dream......