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Vorter - 11724Children of sworn malice, creatures of white dust; Reveled in stigmata, condemned to rust. Innumerable poisons, cyclical depravity! A swarm of rats in decadent mortality. The rats! The rats! O, cherished dirt! O, acerbic prison! Echelons corrupt. As the poison finds, the source of the pulse; That flickering candle of life is forlorn. Within the madness of four walls, A vortex drains thy marrow and spine, 'Tis a fatal cave wherein you dwell: Carve thy flesh! Carve thy flesh! Without the shroud of sainthood; The guise of acceptance; falsehood. This is where thy corpse is born: Carve thy flesh! Carve thy flesh! [lead: A.VIII.] My eyes are open! Smoke and dust plummeting To the very depths Of my livid Self! For millennia I have been tricked! Promises of (in)sanity… Swollen scars, gaping scars. Carve thy flesh, BECOMEASCAR! Inhale the venom, exhale the fumes, Rotten skin, open wounds. [lead: A.VIII.] |