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A Solemn ArtWord up what the fuck what is wrong with the world today the same as what was wrong with yesterday lay me down in ambrosial odours how the sweet smell sickens m ecome taste the blood of those whom came before O how I want to worship thee and then to kiss so silently and bare your gift of serpents light and fuck the world so we can fly time and darkness fall on me like sands of love grains of time growing night the moon descends into dark light of recent shattered memories of cold existence of life beware rays and rays of light why cant I find my guardian angel across an art ascend Aternus amour for eternity among the dwelling hordes of cold impurity black candles bode the fall of the weak trinity condemned to the law of purest black erotica |