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Who rules remains silent…

Only the waning moon reveals my scales.

Through fields of death,

Invisible, I crawl on a bed of corpses,

All severed by swords of goodness.

“Crawling in the sands of time, can’t you see his eyes?”

No lips may hold my words in entire. I’m the crawling fire.

Called evil to conceal my holiness,

I’m He who curses and blesses.

Metamorph, changing skin, anima of a polymorfic monotheism.

I spit my fangs to starving hearts and turn tears into blades.

Prime waters flow through me.

I’m He who curses and blesses

Many flames in the fire,

Death and desire.

Quia multisumus!