Analysis of Almira Christienne

When I see the night to go to dusk and the dawns last empire,the crimson guard clouds like archangels falling down from the Heaven,for the God has created all the anger and hate and beast in me not to go out from my existance of human being at all,this has been written and that was re-told,this has had been created and these all you can be thrown,like i can quill like the rose tears up the skinn when you want to conquer a woman and you want to kill all of her lovers like a naked hot disgusting snake in the pitt edged by fleas and venoms,insects,what never have been told,like i was i never will be anymore,like you hold the key to the harvest,i keep the secret way to the cellar of the sacred vine to be mold,like you are the Ceasar on the Cieling,like you never have been Christienne and you never have been my mother,like i never went cannibal,and i never have got eaten your crumbles from His Table,i am going to Hell,you will rule the World,i am not a woman neither,i am the ghost within either i clothe like a beggar,or i am the guardian to the Royal House at all.