Sleeping in the cold and nauseating commotion of a perpetual impression.
Sleeping session from a concession of confessions to a relentless tormenting regression.
Uncertainty as a principle of validation.
WHAT SAY YOU, EVIL APPARITION!!!
The ground warps these feet while an aura reverberates from the putrid pus of your teat.
A dry wine for us to drown in.
To the corps, to the souls we maim, and to hearts that we have tamed.
For our own iridescence has withered so.
Shall we tread as equals upon the surface of this hell!
forever knowing each others beauty and woe.
Cataclysms count down as gravity holds your hand.
A maelstrom of clay, gore, and abominations wait for this land.
Lo to those confined AND THOSE THAT ROT ASIDE!
To brethren of fratricide and the mutual rapes we hide.
It is here that we shall consummate this pact.
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