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Foredoomed to choose the most disgusting form of all, |
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Sacred ablution into the temple of all blinded, |
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Into broken retorts, here lost life huddels low, |
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Deprived of courage and mortal burden, |
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Brought on the female shoulders out of obscurity |
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Out of obscurity |
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Carnivorous creators of horror are ready for slaughter, |
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Fallen into the depth of all gaping, |
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Sliding down into the depth of shaggy combs |
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Of matriarchal inner matter, |
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Through the fragments of blood garners cut with spines, |
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Longing to the taste of ascetic flesh, |
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This is the legacy of titans stream through the veins, |
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Panorama of passion battles, |
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Pathos of heroic spirit tired with struggle, |
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Anathemic lust besieged with metaphors... |
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Silent liturgy of empty moralized conscience |
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Out of dead macrocosm |
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Blasphemously, fading away... ramped and torn apart flesh, |
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Night riders of poured moisture, |
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Delusioned in boundless breath of the dead macrocosm. |
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Following the leprous ways of the purulent messiah... |
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Bridled black divinity of erected intellect |