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Smoldering fog bleeding through vents of misery and disgust,
Sacrifices are doused on the funeral pyre while termagants chant their hymns.

Carrion birds lurk in the heavens,
Perched on razor wire.
Talons trickle with essence per whip and per swipe.

Demons in disguise,
In thy carnival of angels…

Blood-stained dirt trekked one time over,
Memories procreate in the dust.
The Horsemen shatter thy dreams,
Empty the emptiness,
Subdue the subdued.

Pestilence, thy Ringmaster,
Hides within this world.

"Thee gut-wrenched souls,
Thee mannequins."

Praise be to our Lord,
Destinies forged.
The crimson spilled from the chalice,
For Christ’s blood is as foul as his prison we endure and intrust.
Vanity is the new prayer.

"Thine ignorance is thy weakness
Feeding you nothing but spite.
Illusions and mysteries,
The Creation you do not apprehend.
Darkness is the new embodiement.

As rain falls from the sky,
Thy sickened or thy faithful,
Bind the cosmic light
And dawn thy new eternity. "

The cleansing of such bedeviled faith.

Please fear not the enlightenment,
Issued forth are thy progenies.
Burning bright is this womb of fate
Giving birth to the prophecy.

"In His wake is the night
That Satanail
Becomes
A
God…"

Blessed is the Lord of the Karneval of Angelus.