They are circulating among two-legged pigs clad in bodily coating

Their thoughts are marked by heresy and epiphanies of negativism.

The archonts from the fiery lakes, of infernal homeland.

Their words are the mouths of the one, the scarlet wild beast called thousand names.

It's time to set free the disgust and suffering
It's time to worship the filth !

Let darkness triumph over the light.

Witches and sorceresses are devoting themselves to lust with goats.

Making out ointment polluting whirls of a cursed mind.

Legions of everyone from demonic dukes are subordinated to the passionate thought,
embalmed in the body of an asleep one...

The sound of trumpets is resounding !!

Where with silent voice souls of the dead are starting to speak,
enchanted in stone forms.

On the wings of griffon an angel of the debauchery is rising.

Her face is as black as a deep shade of forest,
devas are under her command leading into the loss and doom,
appointed in order to kill the newborn.

Her name is Lilith.
She ascends the throne with the one who will triumph over the dying mankind.

His voice - a hurricane
His mouth - the fire
Breath - DEATH

He speaks in my body, with my mouth as my ego,
because I am him and he lives in me...

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