Cold room
Animus mortis
Messiahs, Pariahs
Aeons reversed the two
This higher, their spires
The more cursed grew their roots
And suffering...
Aeons reversed the two
This higher, their spires
The more cursed grew their roots
And suffering...
I swept cruel seas
On the galley of the shadow of death
A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon
A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on
The coast of Menses...
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