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This is the origin of agonies

This cruel birth unto the unknown

A gauntlet of litanies and deformities

A temple of tears and the womb of a crone.

Descending nightmare

Of malformed fiends and memories

There is no comfort

There is no indemnity.

O, sweet cherubim

Split flesh to find your wings

Let not defiled blood and sickened skin

Anchor this saint from soaring.

Breaking the chains...

The umbilical incineration

It's time to go, little one.

Others have come before you

Such anguish can they withstand

Spilling offal and excrement

You walk amongst the damned.

Those abandoned and stillborn

Hoard treasures for the crawl

Here is what you matter most:

A blessing unto us all.

Descending unto the terror

And the painful truth...

Devouring the knowledge

With a monster's tooth.

Return here to the dark

To gaze upon our misery

Be reborn and leave us all behind.

O, sweet cherubim

Today, you die once more.

Your body may break and bend to the world's unholy whims

But in your temple of tears, the light will gleam forevermore.