I am abandon, the ill-fated
In the wrath of my Barbarian grandfathers
I can hear the wind whispering my fate
As a moan of the vanquished
As the sound of the anger
And hunger for the pillaging
My voice is the sigh of the malediction
In the eternal ancient tongue
Of the pagan gods

I roam like the spirit of Diogenes
Detached, undone, unsurpassed
but lightless as the distant stars
spreading my seed of hate
while seating in Herod's throne
I am like the universal flood
Always growing, always rising my tide
Until I flood the sun

I am debris of all gone civilizations
As the wings of a defunct phoenix
I am the relics of the crucified martyrs
And their blasphemous secret vices

I embraced the mother of all evil
And impaled her with my flesh spear
To begot the languid pleasures
And give them my signature
Of skin, of bodily spasm

I feed on the decimating frenzy
Of the crushing invaders
That harvested the blood
Of genocide
I am the dormant acrimony
That burst at each breath of humanity
And juggles random distress upon men

I feed from the bastard blood of Caligula
And the hate of the innocent's last grasp
As he watches his body separates
from his severed head
I was born from jealousy
with the power of the seven plagues of the Nile
soul mate of the infamous Borgia's
pennant, servant
master, conqueror

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