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All in line are the Saints, cracked and bashed

other worlds are calling them; a call

to burn and burning fall into jaws wide open.

Now their sons will sink into this foam

of ash and desire of flesh, and fuck

their sister ‘til death, biting

and scratching their backs, and filling

with cum their bowels.

Perverse is the voice of the Sun

and Truth is a sip of blood.

Tools of a will to consume, our frenzy

is sacred, we stand in a future blast:

blinding the eyes of the nightsky.

Fall, fall down in the depths

while penetrating a Goddess

with my dick; the abyss throat

echoes with divine moans

as I lick her ears, dig her cunt and grab the breast.

Fall, fall down with the Saints

and cum while they’re burning,

the flames light up her eyes:

“Oohh, the lion’s den….”