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Sickness, my loving god

Was it ever nothing but languishing dream

Or fevering fear

That turned into pestilent climax

Rotting ones are the ones

To whose company I always yearned

And in my voluptuous dreams arrived

Night after night.

When this night was slaughtered

Under its corpse I crawled

With the first rays of death

Deep down blackest of gods caressed me

With ripped lungs

Vapors of infinite pits I've inhaled

Like burning candle I sparked

Consumed through thousand nights

And in the waves of blooming flesh

At the sea of black bones

Among mouldering waves I slept.

Love that's never been so fatal

And delightfully sinister you bathe my flesh

At the rivers of bloody stars

Above this world of decay

And the blood from those rivers rains down

And dry over all people sacrificed people

Despicable company.

In a skelethal glory with a calamitious aura

I disembowel them all and their remains

I turn into majestic dead painting

By my own tingling hands.