Animus mortis

Cold room

Animus mortis
Messiahs, Pariahs
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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