Perjurers, murderers and abortionists Gather around! the whore is in travail She screams release me from my pain
Gouged from the womb Tears for the “blissful world” Manufacturer installations done by the mother-program Deathly ill is the primordial one
They slit her throat, coup de graceless The alphaversions of man are falling to the absurdness
Sanctified quotidian life? Whispers from post-apocalyptic times Bloodstained was the grass of the paradise Paradise?..it should be a forbidden word at these times The celestial ones didn’t exist within your narrow dimension?
Sun drifts farther away Coldness overcomes No healers beyond apokalupsis echaton No one to darn your torn flesh and soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
