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The time has come to kill the silence of salvation prayers
and spit in the face of worldly vanity in shame.
Give my love strength from utter nothingness, grief and hŨÃchhu
and I can march against; to Thee my lord is naked.
Lead me through the gates, holy far below.
Let me stand on your left at the edge of the deity
and stab my a trident from the blackest branch of the tree
into my body and heart, just putting ducks in our lungs,
until once again I take the archetype of great fornication and chaos.
Take my body to your shrine called death, in the dance of evil, in the dance of desire of the great evil.
Scattered across the broken light of life into the fires of fire and poison
in coordinate contradictions, never and nowhere , where the universe stagnates
and your empty nothingness is more to me than mine - Sun, Man.
Imperfect light that fell the divine fabric and once and for all the burial of all human.
I swallow all the desolation from the imprisonment of this life, outside of reality in the mask of despair, shame, perversion and waste.
Where there is no holy divinity, no truth, no dream, only the global dullness of the gospel, the picture of the universe, that love is the law as the hidden reality of destructive life ¡d....
I am dying, awakening to the beginning in my own element to the gates of white death... your grace.