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Behold!

TWELVE PERFECT WOUNDS

Ubique Dæmon

we ravenously devour the white coats of your smoldering life

gasping its last breath here in the Longest Night

Wherein things take their course

and where Work is done through the Arts

ARTS OF DEATH

such that evil may purposely build towards the beauty and perfection of life

a vessel through you so that the madness

and the pain of all creation shall be your oblivion

leprous growths that feed on remorseless decay

Exhalation of decay:

I do, in thy Immensity and Immortal Lord creator of all perversion and dispossession curse thee and all creation tied to thy dead form for all eternity to come o that none may walk behind or ahead so that all days of judgement be but fractures next to this Great Sundering such that all things shall with for Death and knowledge of goodness but never shall it exist under thy sun again. That all shall wither without hope, in a despair beyond the splendor even thy lord could create. To this I chain thy fate and that of the world: That this Great Curse may rot all existence from inside out and that all shall know torment without cessation.

This I Command:

THE WORLD IN FIRE!

Behold, a spear of terror in the hands of Evil exalted within thyself, such that all kings of the earth look upon our abomination and weep tears of blood, tears that slice like razors down the cheek, into the neck, and through the heart.