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From the Shadow, rising..

A pale becoming

Like a leaking sewer pipe

rancid, rusted by the time of existance

Wasting and losing energy

Still deteriorating... withering

Arteries spread by my gospel!

Blood is the life, they say..

But plagued is this wine

poisoned to contaminate Luciferian gifts!

It isn't the day that conquers the night,

Nor does dark become overcome by light

But the existance of another

is but the opposite

All living will DIE!!!

Either a quickened end

or slow one of the deterioration...

Which is more painful one

is to decided by the sufficated

But us, the Dark Blessed

shall walk as elite above these mortals

And the knowledge comes too late

when we rule supreme, master!

SUPREME!!! MASTER!!!

It's the night that kills the light

and the day is slain by dark

This existance, balance

is created from the blacker side