I'm just excited to see my lord and savior Baphomet represented in suck glorious Italian stone i do hope his eyes gaze upon me and my allegiance is recognized i don't know notice me senpai notice me part of me wishes that angle statue would come to life and king Baphomet would rise and two eternal juggernauts would do battle right here in the middle of the city but for what is this battle raging you ask i don't know what stands at the center to that i say my soul is at the center offered up to the ageless ones only to be torn in twain its like you cant have one with out the other you know like I'm equal parts the god and the devil a cloak of shame covers this man and only supreme light will wash my body clean but how could that light possibly reach me with the thick clouds of indecency that surround my poor soul so i carry my wrongdoings on my back like some kind of tormented hiker lost in the hills of misfortune looking desperately for that peak to rescue him from the valley of depraved habitual self-pleasuring but again i find nothing except for sweaty devastated loneliness and a thousand judging eyes staring back at me from the cover of a stolen Victoria secret catalog i didn't take your mail Mrs. Pemberton stop asking me that leave me alone i don't know Satan's pretty cool