I Am The Lord Of All Affliction... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

I am shivering cold
by chemical means,
from Conflict's fall,
through betrayals root,
that-
one might toe-tag
sacredly blasphemous;
As if I ever cared...
or ever will, HaH!
Still, that does little
for they who have been
unblessed to witness
and feel the ice
that lay in my veins,
C R A C K L I N G!

Who am I, you ask?
I smile, lips pressed...
I am all and more
that my hemispheres conjur -
in absurd conditions
that confront me, confront you,
as I practice my chaos with attitude,
wrap my thoughts tautly around you-
with iron-clad lies,
my personal flaming poison,
breaking its bloody dam,
discharging its bilious hex
all over your sweet mortal halo,
staining your Heart to blackest black,
and that would be but all too sad
for the Heavens to grieve about-
M E R C I L E S S L Y!


I am the Lord of All Affliction,
I want you in my circle,
I am the Beast foretold
in theat black book you read,
and that I violently hurl
into the River Styx-

You know who I am...,
Free Will, my oxygen;
Come dance with me!


© 2014-All rights reserved
Frank James Ryan, Jr/FjR





AUTHORS NOTE: It should be understood that al-
though the above work was written in the first per-
son, that the work a fictional narrative with
no underlying messages to be considered. Hope You
Enjoy..........FjR/14