Heathens...employed through excrement,
Misanthropic divinity, and scripture speaking of fanatics.
A convulsion illuminates arteries in the color "earth",
And inside this landscape is the molested prayer.
Witnessing with bloodshot eyes, amber.
Water seeps through palms,
And with perdition comes molasses.
The paradigm chokes and self-embalms.
It is she who called herself a messiah.
As acid leaks from the chalice,
Flesh and the river of life ignite.
In the virtuous paradise, boils inhabit the breasts
And multiply with red chariots.
Dost thy apertures urinate pungent crimson?
Dost thou tremble before steel?
On all fours, raped of dignity,
And scavenged is thy fate...
With maggots forcefed into the cervix.
Through death all is conceived:
The weathering of deities,
The crumbling of the bread, or body,
The scorpion's barb and fortress.
Nihil bathes, and with her bile constructs her nest.
I flicker my tongue at her penile-stained teeth,
But who am I to call myself a god?
I suspend in coil, final breath ushered.
Descendeth into the abyss and halcyon paradise, I,
As my deflated lungs are ripped through my throat.
When the sword tastes of wine, the phallus becomes ash.
When nectar drips from the poisoned lips,
The throne sinks to depravity and corruption.
We sayeth bless the malefactors,
Born into virginal flesh and upon greeting death, scourged.
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Submission Name: Virgins to Warfare
