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Skin of pigs burns from its need for existence
One's tasting a tongue
Other tasting one's tears and persistence
And not every circle is worth to happen twice
My feet will feed on your heat
Since I've stepped over eight suns
No one asked lions to bite
Even when our legs were tied in crocodiles
I can now wish you inhale with no gain
And im feeding him to stones for a purpose
Every inch of my blood will remain boiling
As his blood has not fertilized any soil for too long
Bones are no longer enough to feed our kind
Conquest led through wormwood in thousands throats
And you will always hear laughs from beneath their robes
When all of you crawling and calling to be praised for it
Chanting grows as I open his shaking chest
Every inch of my blood will remain boiling
As his blood fertilized this soil for us
Golden monkeys are laughing as I'm fucking the sun
Eyes want to remember his pain
and his bitten legs do not
The only way to see in every way
Is to let the worlds collapse on you
Lets unleash the swarms of black fingers
into your throats and on your throats
From black to white through red and rose
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LOATHFINDER - XXIX
05:52
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I was born
Wearing the Ugliest Crown
I had to grew limbs from my back
To reach out for more than an empty gaze
Strain of divinity I've devoured
It wasn't seasoned with any bliss
And how one can make peace
with absence of any closure?
Whoredome prevails
Under the sign
Of hooks in Her cheek
And toothless smiles
I will rest in a pit
Filled with tongues which I've cut
As it was my last chance
for a glimpse of ecstasy
All left of me
Is tar and purulence
Conjoined triplets
Are throbbing
And watching me
How I couldn't realize
That someone gouged out my eyes
I see myself with my chest open
I see their pointless rage
and pointless joy
I hear laugh from beneath a robe
I see harems of grey-skinned
Fighting to be seen by their owner
Why the curse they have chosen
Couldn't be non-existence?
Third layer of skin I had to grew
Was washed of me slowly with mold
Scales I had to tear from my eyes
Became totem of all regrets
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He who seeks veracity, a constelation In the flesh, abhorrent rite he claims รฎn spirit of living death, a gateway
He seeks desperately grasping, clawing, peeling back,
a fatal wound, a gateway/gaping maw to thee unkown
it divulges cosmic secerts,
soundless and fleeting just beyond his grasp.
Untold paths fleeting
Despairing eyes seeking
Just beyond his finger tips is the path to truths untold
Each delicate gash, each violent slash, possibility exposed.
Writhering mound, beneath crimson hands and obsidian hoods.
Frantical and agonizing. Pleads and the wails of agony.
Desperation purloins willpower
To the laughter of a mad god.
Untold paths fleeting
Despairing eyes seeking
Just beyond his finger tips is the path to truths untold
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DRUJ - Divulge
06:09
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Black thy tongue
Froth from lips
Rupture and rip,
Pulsing and exquisite
Gnashing of Brawn and tissue,
the gnawing of bones and sinew, behold rapture!
Forbidden, yet bound less, set upon mortal grounds,
procured knowledge from forgetten twisted tongues.
Under the watchful eyes of the dreaded serpent and the chanting of thee malign.
Behold enlightenment! Behold Evolution!
Endlessness we seek, this body is weak,
surrender your flesh, our appetite grows.
We break your bones over sacred stone
We peel your skin under utterances to the full moon.
To taste the exquisite, to taste ascension.
Divinity is not obtainable through pure means,
fill your belly of flesh,
taste ones heart, extract ones soul.
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