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How can the writhing crucifix

Held in necrophilous hands

Condemn to hungry gresillons

The confidants of our birth?

Erishkagal’s eyes

Are set upon you

Let’s the Hounds loose

Now set upon you

Like Lucifer’s bride

Hungry for Kin

Those devouring eyes

Of the serpent woman

What’s before me?

The Fathers of disease

What’s before me?

Tuberculin Philosophy!

What’s before me?

You Fathers of disease!

The Cross before me?

Ophidian!

LILITU! Sacred whore!

LILITU! FEED!

LILITU! Destroying Whore!

LILITU! FEED!

Poison. Occulti.