Behind The Dragon's Egg Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Behind the dragon's egg hides my bardens.
Let the black roses bloo in african imagenary gardens.
Benevolent scenes, agony no mix 'em.
But the foot prints i made on this soil gathered and sang success praising antherm.
Talk of fire, i've lapped in hell.
Talk of fear, i saw angel of death sharpning his crystal sworts.
Dear God, let red ocean sharks drink all our sins, sozzled,
so they never bite our skins.
Bring up red clouds, red rain.
Squash the leg of a lamb and let the blood bath mother earth clean.
Behind the dragon's egg hides my bardens.
Let the black roses bloo in african imagenary gardens.
Benevolent scenes, agony no mix 'em.
But the foot prints i made on this soil gathered and sang success praising antherm.
I saw mother of flames vibrating her nose, in search of me.
Running circular marathons like a child of an african apostle in church, im hidding.
God of war with brave projected adrinaline free hear,
i stood u, waved my hand.
Roared, i standing still like american skulpures..
I won the battle.
Obsticles in operating theater....