Spit Fire On My Wizard

I experienced the beating of lonely rain dropps, gliding swiftly over titans, and trolls.
Yet, they are as a grinning duality slain.

Storms and cosmic misfits clashed in obedience through a stomach so pure and cruel, cold chants rise from their chasms of such grandeur, they seem to serve as their voices.

I have seen battles in a dragon's spine, end in silence and mist.
No organic molecule standing proud. no cry filling it's halls, only winds touching my ears and face.
I felt darkness so grotesque, even my body was nothing more, but a sintel,
Searching for relievement and the warmth of a womb bathing in majestic winterlight.

Spinning around in a majestic vortex, i now am trapped by grimm frost turning untill i am spit out. chewn, and digested by pale red maggots.

Squirming juices kiss my wounds and lick my erectal lightfast scarves, for they heal my millenium aging.

Disassemble me, otherwhise i'll assemble myself in even greater proportions and my wrath shall be mercyless.
Undo me for i am to be undone in your hands.
Curse me for my curse on you shall have no meaningfull regret.