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Running and hiding in ideal fathoms,
A path broadens in the absence of sight.
Pray for blindness.
Keep the adages for those of lost limbs.
In a paradigm corrupt, affix a new cross, a new God.
One of societal actuality, a God of gears,
revolving in interminable fortress.
The myths of old have been drained,
the plethora of antiques dwell solely as gild,
a falsehood of no merit.
Hoarding the dust of the living dying.
Curse me,
Jehovah, Seth, Osiris, Christ, and goddess Athena.
Fucking curse me,
curse me.
Yet, I stand in virility and fortitude of my own.
My will is immaculate,
your aphorisms forgotten.
Your whisper of existence an abomination.
The daft derelicts exalting your vacant forms,
the true point of my ire and actionable to turpitude.
Be audacious, so manifest.
The daft derelicts exalting your vacant forms,
are the true point of my ire and actionable to turpitude.
Be audacious, so manifest.
Breathe life into the death of yourself.
Yet, your failure is undoubtedly written.
Embroiled within those of minds and thought.
Worthless the cross.
Worthless the projection of an entity's extrinsic salvation.
Fuck the connotation of light and purity.
I exalt myself above you all.
The heaven is of my own design and so to the hell of my own discarded malfeasance.
If only the devil could possess me now.
Do you hear the devil?
To give the shame of archaic word a segway to truth.
But there is only the tenuous,
the cowards fueling all breeds of misanthropy.
I will fucking kill you all.
My God,
my winding fortress will besiege you.
For you are besieged.
Befallen already in the devoid beguile.
For your prayers are futile.
Speak, only ears can hear you.
Stoke yourself in the creation of perdition's fire.
Burn wretched fucking liars.
Running and hiding in ideal fathoms,
A path broadens in the absence of sight.
Pray for blindness.
Keep the adages for those of lost limbs.
In a paradigm corrupt, affix a new cross, a new God.
One of societal actuality,
a God of gears,
revolving in interminable fortress.
The myths of old have been drained,
the plethora of antiques dwell solely as gild,
a falsehood of no merit,
hoarding the dust of the living dying.
Curse me,
curse me.
Jehovah, Seth, Osiris, Christ, and goddess Athena.
Yet, I stand in virility and fortitude of my own.
My will is immaculate,
your aphorisms forgotten.
Your whispers of existence an abomination.
I will kill you all.

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from The Crux of Apostasy, released March 14, 2019

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