Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
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Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
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Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
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And uterine strangulation by the wreaths
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Of the herds astray, arid in despair, blessed
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With dilated flakes of fire, slowly wafting down...
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Say, what does a maternal heart feel when merely
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Vinegar stills your child's thirst?
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You'd implore to harbour his torment in your chest...
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To make this burden yours, but... Sacrilege!
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Who are you, harlot, to interfere with His emerald will
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When even your glance should never leave the soil?
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There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
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Angel prick and holy semen,
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And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike
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Seduced by the father and seducing the son
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There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
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A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands
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He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
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Carnal malefactor, rub your sterile wriggling womb
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With a candle in reverential contemplation
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And give voluptuous harbour to vile insects
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He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
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The scorpion shall open the book of Salomon for you to see
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And the snake slither out of the lips that delivered once
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The redeemer of man, born out of shameful maternity...
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He that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption
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The lactiferous beast subjugated reason to appetite
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Praised be human nature, ciborium of shame and waste,
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For bathing in decline a redeemer moisty of semen so contemptible
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There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
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Angel prick and holy semen
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And a woman genuflecting an aroused beast of burden alike
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Seduced by the father and seducing the son
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There resides the fusion, there is the nucleus
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A phallic communion that sanctifies interior wastelands
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When a woman is knead by the claws of fowls attracted
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By seminal odours no longer hidden by dignity
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And purified by their beaks rummaging her swollen vagina
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When laments alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition
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Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more
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His birth does death subdue not, for my God proceeds of failed humility...
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O Master, the eastern pillar of your domination is the organic fallibility.
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Carnal Malefactor
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Deathspell Omega |