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"Pleasure Faust Morbidity"
written by maledeth09:05 AM 4/14/05"Pleasure Faust Morbidity"
Whilst snow saints drivel with unease,
and multitudes of seraphim cast out no sickness.
Futile attempts to take...
No, to steal Mother Calamity that bred us acrid morbidity.
Bittersweet like death's liberation.
As "defuncts" delve in degradation.
Damn, the holy wretched abet, for they keep us in chains of angst.
Yet we're free...
From the hounds of Cloud divinity.
No, we are not thy extremists.
More when thee claim I lucidity.
Compos Mentis, but anthrop-tainted.
Feasting of masterpiece-made imbrued disdain.
Serenade mantra of anathema fainted.
My temple, forged with supremacy's bane.
Scream, in pleasure not of this place.
Revert to Sodom. Sullen Faust to walk 'pon.
The scattered sinew of man, abused.
Covered in blood. A tribute to lust, when covered in dust.
The bloated cadaver that avowry tainted!
For we are much too deficient to be of God's veins, tainted!
Swathe cursed anima to breach thy creation!
Overture world of despondant sedation.
Thy morbid grand cruelty. A splendour's desire... |
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Morbid fucking poets Society!!!! It is where hate grows fond inside this black heart of ours!
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