Aetherium Mors divine order without god

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Endless halls of pearlescent light
Marble columns of eternal height
Countless orbs of souls benign
Hordes of angels
Beings divine
The braying sound
Of heavenly hymns
Seraphs with their dovelike wings
Singing praise and love for him
Their porcelain flesh and forgiving eyes
Illuminates the throne enshrined
I ascend the temple steps
Upon his throne the void of death
I bend my knee not to you lord of lies
I raise the spear that killed your son Christ
God of woe
Without end
I thrust my spear
Through your neck
Rip tear rend holy flesh
Blood pours down marble steps
All hail the ethereal death
Self deified Itheist
I am mine universe
You slaves
You cowards
Bow down before this power
I am flesh god
No God
No salvation
No spirit
No forgiveness of sins
Staring into
Dilating eyes
Of the weakest men
This is the place
Where all divinities go to die
Your cancerous nothingness
Will be forever chained
In inexistence
Lie the seeds of decay

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