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In Clairvoyant Flesh

For a demon I am,
half sarcastic,
yet to come,
and the putrescence of heaven,
I throw up, upon...

the sorceres; And whoremongers,
the tragic ways of the fallen,
„for their cups are full of abominations
and filthiness of their fornication.“

This undreamt burlesque,
seems to me unreal,
as the answer shapes the bones,
is this the deal?

(I am... the... clairvoyant... fleshmaster)

The forlorn pact paints
my eyes, my spirit:
But my beloved soul belonged to another palace,
as rough daimonds reigned my spirit...

now... entering the laughter... sarcastic demons
...in clairvoyant flesh!

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