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Saturday, August 13, 2011

Whore of Babylon


Decadence putrid oozing from my womb
Like the locusts mist exhuming the sky
They praise my excrement
They call him their saviour

Kings Lords have served me
Drank their sacrament of Satan
The Tainted buring gift of Samael
I am the Whore the Seer the Giver the Taker

I am here for thee
come partake of my darkness
and thou shall be reborn...
Arise ..Oh putrid, black cocoon!

Flesh Of Cyprian pleasures
Carnal Aphrodite
Unsanctified arise from my menthylated bosom

Adultery Sin burdening upon your very soul
Scars from within, left by the persecution of life it self.
A mere foetus was now wrap yourself within my regression and completely withdraw
Swim the effervescence of metallic tinge of solitude, revel in my protection.

Fall onto the Black fire of guilt and the suffering Labyrinth of Hopelessness
Embed in the fire of Zachalilim
Burn away your enigma of righteousness.
Rise from the relic of mummified decay, bare your soul to me
Separate yourself from the light of industrial contamination.
Feed upon the sooty mily white and ash of your unholy damnation
Suckle the breast of malicious deceit and perverseness.

And when the cosmic chain is broken your soul revealed
I shall lay it to waste and make it a barrren desloate place.
I shall rip you apart and tear you down from within
Until you become starved filled mutilated with shards of ur own husk.
Until you are twisted by the wrought of total domination
Until your transformation is complete.

Your eyes now borne penetrative ,impaling veils bubbling with deep dark chasms of endless pain
your mind, a total and undeniable obedience scourging the with Flame of Azazel .
In your heart, a pestilence rages that is hell-fire
In your soul, a cold wasteland devoid of all emotion.
You are now unforgiven, spawn of the retched beast
Step forth into society and re-merge yourself.

Spread release infuse make your flood fumigating the accursed and despair
Rain down upon the holy innocent..
Fear not the reprisal of man
For death is but the next step...
of your journey!
Born from the succulence of pleasure and wine
Result of Debauchery
Son of Sadomatic Arts

From depths of my cunt
Shall the chalice bleed ejaculating the vision of the coming storm.....
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