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From the dried cunt of life
Came not child but coughs of dust
The stench of rot still linger
Within the winds...
Empty eyes are staring into lifeless nothing.

Open wide - now a nest for flies
From the scorned cunt of light
Not even one ray remain to light the dark
Who swallowed us...
Each casket fed,
Not one single word was spoken
No echo travel to share its message...
Manifested and awoken by the pleasures of sin
Whose acts were denied by sense
But awoken by will.

Now neglect everything
And walk into the fire to burn the crust
That seal thee with remorse!
The dried tongues wish so pitiful to speak.
None of the words are heard
Throughout the blistered throat.
From the dried cunt of life
No prosper but sighs of angst.
Fluids from open wounds
Still stain its surface.
Men torn Into bits,
Staring into the lifeless nothing - wide open.

Now left to rot in silence...
Pestilence with different faces
Have swept the ground countless times before
Each one with the spirit of a wolf.
Now neglect everything
And walk into the fire to burn the crust
That seal thee with remorse.
The dried tongues wish pitiful to speak,
Yet none of the words are heard -
No, none of the words are heard...
Each origin reversed!

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