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Here. Decompose forever, aware and unholy, encased in marble |
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and honey from the swarm, a thin coat of eternal whispering |
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that bleaches from within, a darkness that defiles thought, |
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stolen by the wingless harpies whose memories lay waste the valley of diamonds, |
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where the great One sleeps, her eyes, |
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placid pits of violent tar and bitumen regurgitated by demons chained to misery, |
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eyes that see nothing for there is only the darkness that wells up from inside, |
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a great viscous cloud smothering hope, |
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a blanket woven from the dung of the old ones, |
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their disease the tapestry of all that is futile, |
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her gaze burning holes in the veil that protects the chosen, |
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her breathe a plague that unleashes the frozen wolves, blind, |
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their tongues paint your heart with scorpions, |
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their pestilence an invitation to the only one that matters for |
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She is the presence that is all that is un-named, for it is Her, |
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the unbegotten Mistress of the eternal hunger, |
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dwell forever in her great unholy stomach where the damned befoul themselves in |
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the glory of her fecund and bloody history, |
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worship in the torment of a million wasted lives, |
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bathe in the horror that the blood of time carries with the plague, |
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and befoul yourself with worship, |
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for she hates you eternally with the ferocious lust that binds all that inhabit |
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the wasted and forgotten, the blissful loathing of you is now all that remains, |
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alone, forgotten and Damned. |