II. Theography


'Cast down as a spectacle,
limpid and exiting life by strangulation,
this story is a twisted tale,
an elegy of Babylonian mystification

For, this, fort-ti-tude,
I'll consume, the gods rapacious oblation,
I take sus-tin-ance, in death.

I am stoic in stature, thy foundations in stone
Through the consumption of numen, all of my seeds have been sewn
Although my lack of compassion was just a withering fraction of the aura that has granted me the right to thine throne.

I'm a tyrant by nature, a ravenous creature,
The far sight changed whilst controlling the future
The jaws rending flesh, off with this deities head
Premonitions of the worlds carnivorous end.

I pray claim to a fallacy,
Mind controlled by your fascist leaders, who are, (Condemned to death)
But the 'devil inside us all,'
A dillusion of choice, a plagiarists call

Rome will fall

The sanctum of the ancients, exiled to the depths of abaddon
But all life has been forgotton
An enigma at the altar of demise
A malignant Sacrifice
Exhausting all existing, husks of life

I pray claim to a fallacy,
Mind controlled by your fascist leaders, who are, (Condemned to death)
But the 'devil inside us all,'
An illusion of choice, a plagiarists call

Elysium, I plotted your fall
Foolish in your council of only cowards and whores. The pantheon dismembered, extinguish the torch, they were the scraps, and you are the main course.

But what more could you possibly ask for?
This barren waste, not a humble space,
To act out pantomime mankind, over the husks of this wretched race.

Monopolising cult

Commencing this liturgy
Enslaved in obscurity
Your thoughts perspiring this infernal epistemology
A sentencing to perennial anguish
Titans, exhuming in the flesh
A feeling of nefarious content
Goliath, attempting to ascend'

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