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Morbid Angel · (07-19-2016)

In due time you will feel my wrath
There's gonna be a macrocosmic psycho bath

Babylon whores, decrepit emperors
Suicidal self-loathers filled with terror
Enchanters of the immaculate hate
Trapped inside a neurotic cave

Beware oh children of Abel
When the end is plain to see
Even though you tormented me
I'm stronger than you could ever be
When darkness comes I'll be set free

Alone I felt the talons
Of my deep depression
Gnawing at my wounds
No hope for solution. So I shed my tears
And cried to the winter moon
Will there be no end. To my self-inflicted doom?

I rose above the penumbral cloud
I journeyed into the third dimension
Obtained antideluvian wisdom
And found the path to my salvation
I found the path to my salvation...

Through the tunnels of the astral womb
The darkest corner in a tryptamine room
Visions appear in their most vivid hues
And show what is hiding inside of you.
In due time you will feel my wrath
There's gonna be a macrocosmic psycho bath

Through the tunnels of the astral womb
The darkest corner in a tryptamine room
Visions appear in their most vivid hues
And show what is hiding inside of you.

Do you believe in ghosts?

A good many things could either contradict or prove the existence of ghosts.

Morbid Angel is a man of little to no faith. He had be called a good many things in his life but a "holy man" was not one of those things. He calls himself "Morbid Angel" because of his lust for death and torture as well as the macabre but he never claimed to worship the devil.

Much like Black Beard the pirate, he used fear as a weapon against his opponents. Using satanic undertones to play on the fears of others and knowing that 90% were against the devil. His tactics reigned supreme even before he was a wrestler.

Morbid Angel retired from the XWF after a lot of deliberation about the matter. His age mixed with compiling health issues made it somewhat of a chore to continue and in his last match it was almost a laughable outcome.
He lost to a woman in the XWF followed by the failing of his stocks which cost him Morbidonia.

Morbid Angel was near broke and wanting to just hide from public eye because of his shame and embarrassment. He hid in the woods as his precious Morbidonia was sold off piece by piece to the highest bidder until it came down to the Morbid Mansion which was sold to a baptist church as a summer retreat for their ministers.
How the fuck could they do that with such a place enshrouded in total fucking darkness?!
The church bought the land to try and rid the world of evil and as it would appear, Morbid Angel was on the verge.

Morbid Angel wasn't that bad off when everything started falling apart, he left the mansion and filed chapter 11 on his funeral homes and sold off the rights to their names to pay off copious amounts of debt. He was forced to live in a slum-like apartment while he awaited calls for work.

Frodo Smackins called him a few times to dish out punishments on certain people and paid him accordingly.

The struggle to buy steroids to maintain the Morbid body was tough when you still had to live somewhere but only just. Steroids are expensive and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Soon it was down to eating or sleeping inside, he moved out of his shitty apartment and wandered the parks at night looking to rob people but quickly noticed that he was far from the worst one out there. There were actually people sucking dick for money.

Let's flash forward two months.

Homeless and no longer taking steroids. Borderline starving as he sleeps under a bridge, his smell is similar to a Shane <img src="https://i.imgur.com/pUgtAVa.gif"> party at around midnight.

His muscles had faded, leaving him a saggy old man...Broken...His dick necklace covered in filth

This is a man who has truly lost everything, laying close to death on a warm summer's night, surrounded by people he didn't know...such a filthy place. Far from a peaceful place to rest as you can hear people sobbing and coughing. Amidst all this noise there were foot steps walking towards the camp. Morbid Angel looked up like a frightened old man as the figure of a man appears in the darkness. Not a very big man but still a man who was obviously in a better position than everyone there with a clean cut appearance.

Steve Sayers emerges from the shadows looking for Morbid Angel. For the fist time in months, Morbid Angel looked relieved to see a friendly face.

Morbid quickly gets up and rushes over to Sayers and fall into him, holding him tightly with the hopes he brings good news. Sayers was not so quick to return the embrace considering the stench that is now Morbid Angel's signature.

Sayers pushes Morbid Angel off and looks at him, a feeble man who is just about broken.

"OK, I have some good news. They want you in the Pay per view in July. This is your shot to get back in there and regain what you had lost!"

Sayers really brought exciting news even though he knew that working a PPV would not pay until after the match versus dishing out punishment or any sorts pays right now. How could Morbid get back into fighting form with no money?

Everyone knows that in order to get as big as he was he did sooo much steroids!

This was truly a conundrum.

"I don't think there is a way for me to get into shape without an advance on the show. I mean, look at me. I lost a lot of muscle and there is no way for me to get in there and take on the likes of Vinnie Lane."

"You won't be in a match against Vinnie Lane" Sayers said with some hesitation considering Morbid's past as a bad ass motherfucker!

"You'll be in the case match. I know it doesn't pay as well but it's a start considering the situation. I had to beg just to get you that much."

"What do you mean beg? People don't want Morbid Angel anymore? I AM THE BADDEST MOTHERFUCKER AROUND!

He raised his fist into the air as if he was still that bad motherfucker.

Sayers looked at the ground trying to find a way to spare Morbid's feelings. He had already been through so much this year with the kidnapping of his son, losing his job and ultimately losing everything. How do you tell someone that their ship has sailed and will never dock again?

Truth is. You are old news and people want someone young and fresh...Not some old man claiming to win all the time or someone that is really good at making fat jokes on people. They want sexy in the ring, not really someone like you anymore. I am trying to get them to sign you as just a name so you can have a few matches, just enough to keep you afloat until you can afford to reopen your business.

Sayers exhales in hesitation.

"The XWF will not give you an advance on the money, if you can't do this then you are done for good."

With that, Sayers turns and walks away leaving Morbid Angel to his thoughts.

How can he rebuild himself to what he was if he can't even eat properly or even get the drugs he needs to get his muscles back in time?

For the 17th time in his life, Morbid questioned his ability to do something and stumbled off towards town...He needed some vodka.

In town he walked into a package store and stole a bottle of bottom shelf vodka and ran from the shop.

Drinking alone is never a good thing considering that's when all your deepest, most angering fears come out to play, to depress and to make you question if life was worth living. Morbid stumbled down an ally and collapsed in a puddle or liquid that was questionable...didn't smell like water.
As he lay there, allowing his mind to slowly shutdown from the alcohol. He heard two people come down the ally. An older gentleman that was obviously in the wrong part of town and his counterpart that appeared to be homeless.
They position themselves behind the dumpster in front of him. He could see them clearly but people on the streets couldn't see them.

The older man undid his pants and pulled out his cock as the other one performed lip service.

Morbid, drunk and near passing out wanted to leave the ally but was paralyzed by intoxication. He watched as the man worked and eventually finished, shooting his hot load all over the face of the other man.

The older man put his penis away and handed the man a $50 bill and walked away, leaving the man to clean his face before going the opposite direction.

Morbid Angel got an idea!

A way to make money for steroids AND!!! Get the protein he needs to bulk up.

Watch out boys! Morbid Angel is coming...

The scene fades to a Blood red!

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