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crossed circles

upon the face

of the shivering,

upon the gathering cattle,

selling man's only hand

to gather what's left of the land,

once rising above the sun

as whoredom

prospers in the deep dark tunnels

buried in bodies

as slaves are silent,

choked by the chains

that slowly grew around their necks

two demons

each guarding an angel's prison,

laughing at divinity,

once holy themselves,

poisoned by the shadows

defiled by the treacherous schemes

each feather

plucked from the sacred skin

burns in the hand of the butcher

as a million funeral piles

burn in the name of sin

raised by the dead

in the cradles of ghast

where acts of mercy

were buried in time

the curse of doom

shapes itself around the mask

of the stillborn whore

as she gives birth to the blind

as said by the twisted mob, -

"o, harlot of fire,

we are one with thee

let us entwine in an act of

sodomy and be finally free"

the stench of ignited skin

desecrated once holy grounds

and the blasphemous swarm danced

in a vortex of sounds

raised by the dead

in the cradles of ghast

where acts of mercy

were buried in time

the curse of doom

shapes itself around the mask

of the stillborn whore

as she gives birth to the blind

to find the truth

one should gaze through time

and the glance, reflected by the void

shall pierce through the mask of the blind

the glance, reflected by the void

shall pierce through the mask of the blind

raised by the dead

in the cradles of ghast

where acts of mercy

were buried in time

the curse of doom

shapes itself around the mask

of the stillborn whore

as she gives birth to the blind