Souls in GANGRENE, deformed Human Projections
Moving, BUT NOT Living, on SANGUIS Vibrationsyour Pseudo-lifes, please Follow My TEDIOUS Call, VERTICAL PAINI Dare you: Bury me so DEEP that I won't Smell anymorethe Disgusting STENCH of your fleshso DEEP that I couldn't see ANYMORE the Pale Colour of your SKIN
Dow There, far from the VIOLENT cries of your childrenand JUST there, far from all your BORING questions
Questions, questions, questions
May you be DEVOURED at once by your own Curiosityand your Mouth become the most RUTHLESS of all Murderers
This is the Chant of the Grand Cosmic Defeatedto YOU, conqueror of Everlasting Earthly Frustration
Your Smile: Vulgar HORIZONTAL Contractionhad always been my Pain, VERTICAL PAIN
Ah! Your Smiles...
Become Conscious that an UNIVERSE of SEWER hides inside You
Silent, but PATIENT, awaits your last heartbeatto start its SLOW demolition Work: MATER PUTREFACTIO
And then this Flesh of Yours, once ILLUDED to change the world,shall again FEED the Ground, and the ground, NEW WORMS,continuing a Grotesque CYCLE of Cosmic Gangrene
Born from the Wounds of Men,the ONCE preacher of existental Depression,disclosed my Tenebrous DOUBLE,with no Time, Sound and Size: MAGISTER SILENTIII, King of a Woundless Reign, where the Feeble Memories of your facesare just like YELLOWED pictures of Defuncts
Where your words, re-echoing far in time,sounds like Laments of a Dying Bat
And those Wounds, once Deep & ATRO
Xare only Dead Masks on a tragic Marble.
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