My host(wicked)

Wicked the fallen has surrounded the gallo
as I breathe in the swine I bathed in as I devour
the host shedding behind my ears,gore the death of
me raged in observations context,in abstruses
bass of devils and candies Angels and roses
shoveling over a death bed slaved as chummed
upon the fallen existing where halfbreed illusions
dressed my as an imbicl to find a center of me in
a passage written for my breath to calm the storm
never more  hide behind my eyes ,the shed from my flesh
fore the galo shall burn from a hell fire as of hades has rewritten
the scripts of the abyss bleeding my swine only to offer a realm
Of one shadow,two virgins ,three cries ,being my pentagram
hangs between a halo and horn set apart from
the fallen breath I needed to breathe as my host sheds from its shell into a weaken butterfly yet beautiful as Iam wicked..