He Who Breeds Pestilence

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"God is absence. God is the solitude of man." Jean-Paul Sartre inflict the seed ov Eve upon me the heritage ov Cain can't be undone 'tis my rejection! 'tis my denial! that stirs with repulsive mortifications they attempted to deprive me from my odium ov chaos they threw my wretched body into rivers ov purgatory for such is a consequence ov my angelic nature abortion ov god in my leprous womb soiled with the miasma ov the bleakest hemisphere the formless fires ov Amenti unfold not nearly as frenzy as discordia that breeds within not nearly as frenzy as disorder that I bring universe is drained so is my heart... ...this earth grew weary and dull is it the renaissance ov my rigid existence? is there a future for me beyond the stars? I drink to desolation I drink to your demise monarch ov neglected kingdom oh great despiser ov life et credo in serpentem misterium mysteriorum in nomen eius Baphomet hearken! my Ophities consume the flesh and drink the blood obtain communion with utmost disgrace reject the benefits ov eucharist disdain the lie! let you senses sharpen let your eyes see in the boundless dark resist not radiant light be like comets slashing thru the vast skies be like ravening wolves unchaining hearts now drink to desolation drink to god's demise monarch ov neglected kingdom oh great despiser ov life o leo et o serpens qui perditor perdes sis valens nobiscum

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