Reborn to meet your maker
For I am the equinox
The solstice of suffering and on top of the silent towers I reside
Memories from a vicious past
Reflected in the eyes of the blind
Behind a veil of suffering lies your corporeal salvation
Wounds, bleeding black
A malignant truth to be embodied
And forever inscribed on the vile fabric of life
Surrounded and transformed
We embrace this final moment
Whose horrors make us weak and makes us tremble in adoration
Through forgotten aeons
The vultures are swarming
Their beaks burrowing deep within the flesh of a man
Behold my carnal prison
From which you all shall break free
Behold the void
AND RECEIVE THE ANOINTMENT
Grant us passage
Grant us illumination
Grant us everlasting life
Grant us DEATH
What now remains is but a bleak resemblance
A residual of existence
Drained to the very core
Engulfed
Oh lord, I beseech thee please judge me benevolently
Hear these words of mine
I despise your CROWN of THORNS

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