Lies! Father of Lies,
I can see you at work in the fathomless depths of their eyes,
Insidious eyes.
You're the Master of Loathing, the Lord of the Flies,
Draped in horror,
Licking the blood from your lips on a throne of our bones.
Feast,
And feast your eyes upon me now!
I've become the Lion of Babylon,
I will surely dine with you in Hell.
If but to taste the ashes of rebellion,
I will savour every mile we fell.
I long to indulge on your wickedest serpents,
He who conspires shall feel no end to my wrath.
Wrath!
Behold the harmony of sheer retribution,
No more shall we endure your putrid disease.
Suffer as I have suffered,
Submit to my instruments of torture.
Sever the head,
Peel back the flesh and expose the detestable remains,
I ingest,
I defile your corpse to consume everything that I hate.
Soaking red,
Tearing and hacking and choking on excrement.
Sordid sledge,
Thrashing momentum, disemboweling enfeeblement,
Drilling, and spilling what's left of your curdling blood.
Lies! Father of Lies,
I can see you at work in the fathomless depths of their eyes,
Insidious eyes.
You're the Master of Loathing, the Lord of the Flies,
Draped in horror!

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