My mortal sin

Meadows of heaven murmur about my malicious
mingling with my master, as if meteor collided with a
muscular magnitude producing a minute moan.
the murmur says ..
"murder his master
or manage to melt his mind"
.
.
Meet my mortal sin,
as I'm mating with it my mechanical mind asks me to
marry my master's words, that says..

"murder marry and find merry in murder before she
misguides your mind from money and eats your greed
away"

A mesmerizing myth it might seem
but its a magical mystery,
the truth behind miseries.
Miseries of those men
on whose flesh I bred

My morbid motto robbed them to slavery
when they were blinded moths
I mabble myself with pride for all the mactations I've
practiced to mill money from their means

A multiple mistakes I am,
my mother's fortunate mishap
possessed by his mighty grip
I'm flipped into
a malison , a menace ,
the source of your malistic beliefs
hahahaha... more money on mind molds me into a
beast
Make me a machair full of diamonds and gold coins
so I may soak the sun laying on it
and smoke some joints ...

Meanwhile my master mutters again in mermaid's
mellow voice

"breed more greed and watch the greed breed your
joys."

So I tread through his mystical mazes in the mild mist ,
a melting void
damp and moist
to meet my master ,
.
.
Mammon