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The First HereticI am thought given formSo formed from any given thought I am angelic rhetoric - Sweet the lie so swiftly bought And so I appear before thee All wide eyes and gaping maw An omnipedal beast Deadly subtle and aching raw Pillars of black crystal glitter darkly In the places of my birth And a sea of sorrow wracks the shores of despair A storm of regret threatens on the horizon The very air is hate Anthropomorphic philosophy, in flesh I am bound I am the anti-material, chaotic, violent, silent sound I revel in seraphim suffering, my eyes cry witchlight A pyrefly phosphorescence Behold my progeny, a million lies spoken By a million black tongued mouths The sea of souls is my dominion I am the blood soaked tyrant, Harlot's beguiling smile I am endless change, cancer ridden horrors vile I am the flesh changed mystic My existence sick and cryptic Born of this maelstrom, I am the first heretic Bind me in iron, shackle my soul Contain this raging thirst, endless hunger craving all The first heretic! The first heretic! |