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Worship at the altar of the pregnant spore.

Time has come and all will feel unholy whore.

Cant you see the catacombs have all run bare.

No escape, the drains are clogged with blood and hair.

UNIVERSE

ALL PERVERSE

HIS RETURN

THE CITIES BURN

Monolithic waves of hatred bury you

Nothing stops the bloodshed that will carry you.

Stop to smell the fetid, rotting corpse of you.

Try to look away but someone forces you.