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Coldstone Sacrificial...Enlaced I lay;Cold as stone by the octopodian sceptre, while pugnacious tongues, juggled by conquering spirits, impetuously tasted this ashen flesh... In this essence, time won't heal the wounds of my journey, beckoned at the stars of creation, as rough as unheard silence poured out of the vials, impregnated by the wrath of God... These scorn I adored, unbeloved I convoked these superstitions, but the seventh mystery wasn't unveiled yet, and so I fulfilled... the blood of a thousand virgins entered the crystal cups, slothly clotted at the golden triptychs, praised be thy way... until time ends... It's my coldstone sacrificial... ...ahh ...my Coldstone Sacrificial... |