My God

My god dwells within a black and darkened soul. My god demands my predation of the weak and unbelievers of the multidimensional realities of the god within.I seek the pleasure and wealth due to those of us who are willing to sacrifice the blood of unbelievers who dare mock us and commit acts of abomination against our faith. Grunge fucking is as much ritualized majick as any spell or incantation dared to be! My circles are drawn in blood, and what is left is blessed and consumed to consummate my spiritual union, and to the elevation of the immortal above the mortal. I am taught by the dark ones, who have now instructed me to find a human to teach me the advanced arts and coincidental discipline that accommodates the higher levels of reality I seek. I consume the weak, and supply stamina to the strong. Cuthulhu is my source of wisdom and insight, however, I must have human contact to help me gain the understanding of dark speech, after all . . . its been a long time! May the Gods forgive me for allowing myself to become distracted by the trappings of this world. I expect response to this cry for help, for I am a needy and famished man who needs nourishment in order to grow and advance.