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The breath beneath an obscene gaze, Emerged in a tempest, intense and violent. From the foulest gouge of oppression. Stormed a burning unclean air |
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Ominous black shadows, Overtake the fortress, Consume in the ground dead, The whores of devotion |
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Lay impregnated with my sins, Burning in the cunts of christ. Beneath the moon and evil sign, A sun obscured in their blood |
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Like a thick velvet robe, stifling, Enveloped in its embrace. Standing to spit upon the cross of god, Smothering the embers of deceit |
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I am the fallen angel |
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The murderous winds of desire and hate, Rising from the seas of our soul, Like the black fog that clings to the mountains. Rising from below |
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Hung an old oak. Say nay to those whose stiffened limbs, Sway on elongated necks, yet they may look towards you |
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Those priests that hang like leaves on dead limbs, Against the blackened skies of my mind |