The Sediments
The desire made on flesh
Crystalized hideous skin

Uncanny echos
From the repulsive epidermis
Squirming like a dying fetus

It craves to be free
It screams to be alive
Under the skin of desire

Grotesque
A body
Divine hand of a benevolent creator oozed
Grotesque
A body
The inevitable vestige of the cosmic veritas

Gazing at the night sky
Resonance of tragedy
From the alter self

Such achingly sad screams
Getting darker and deeper

Like a shade of the slowly dying sun
In the eternal emptiness

Grotesque
A body
Divine hand of a benevolent creator oozed
Grotesque
A body
The inevitable vestige of the cosmic veritas

We had made disgusting holy mother
With raptured memories of the garden of eden

And now, kill her
Crawl into her womb
To face the body,
Intrinsic grotesqueness

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