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As the ancient serpent from the blackest depths shall
I devour the sun and shall I swallow every spark of hope
for in the absence of light the key can be found.
The key to the door which is eternally closed
for the ones to blind to see, too deaf to hear and too
mute to preach the work of carnal deconstruction
and spiritual reconstruction

which provides the only path to real salvation
through rejection of this grotesque,
disfigured shell of flesh and bones
remembering the most horrendous error of god.

It is the key to demise of what anyone ever known,
to the end of all sanctity for only Death is holy.
Only by entering eternal trance of nonexistence
it is possible to embrace divinity and eat its fruits,
just as Eve tasted one in the Garden of Eden,
giving us serpentine wisdom.

Thus take these blades, oh children and caress your skin
with their purifying coldness. Hear the symphony
of throats being slit, the song of bows in flesh,
of flesh and bones being cut along with puppet strings of demiurge.

Sing the song of anti-flesh dissolution. Let us pray! Let us die!
Let us unite with Nothingness as the blood erases our names from the book of life.

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