Dirty whores of this world, cast your glance down in shame. You walk upon cursed lands and your seed is rotten. The open jaws of Her make no distinctions and ever welcome failures and souls pure. You are nothing but ashes, your useless limbs decorate Her throne, your vain tongues are cut and your skin is dried, serving as the drums of the undead. It is the duty of slaves to serve the spiritual elite, so your energy shall be used to further the works of the superior crown, and the
archons of this -our crown- shall make sure to feast upon your vital signs, leaving you an empty husk, useless and disposable.
Realise that you are the debris of existence. That you pollute this earth with your stinky breath, being nothing but
the excrements of our Holy Goddess? The spiders of Kalilith shall enter your womb and remove the eggs which shall be later on fertilised in
the chambers of black luna, thus using you as puppets for the Satanic work of the black Temple which shall remain hidden and secret.

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