01-06-2025, 06:24 AM
Lamb to my will, numb to my word, the bold man is helpless, bled out his soul,.
confused and blind, diseased and penniless,. morgue pillars are all he is bound to pull,.
Click, click come the hooves, cloven, dripping laughter, black haired,
wiping off the infested, like those pigeons, homage for the purged,.
The knife is night sharp, my glowing growl,.
To peel off thy soul, thou weakling prey, I casted a howl,.
no mercy for the humble, no air for the self righteous,.
to get your soul rumbled, I socked you in the bowel!
I harvest your glaze, taste your child,.
I flag this post, blood your elders cried,.
Slashing and dashing, yanks with ease,.
Cuts through thy meat, as I smirk and please,.
I am rich I’m strong, intact, shouting blatant,.
demon I prize with blood of that old but yet infant,.
I scream and shout, call in the smokes,.
I gain what I yearn, I earned now thy ropes,.
nibble on thy blood, thou hath to praise me,.
for I’m thy nemesis, your blithering folly raised me,.
Hard candy is sweet, ain’t for the quick bite,.
The night is for us, as shunned me your one legged knight!
I call and dance, I smirk and gnarl,.
For your time is up, you’re but that turned in pond at war,.
I close my eyes, taste your scream,.
As you cling on to life, to farewell thy dream,.
I stand strong, behold the scorched valley,.
Smell the victory, at full mast my shout, raging this alley,.
Sixty eight million I gained, blood is the sign,.
peasants get no chance, neither the dead from the shrine,.
smoke rises, burning shreds of your holy,.
Squatting were my minions, festering your Nazareth, that dead dolly,.
No place for the meek, no bread for thy lord,.
For I’m that scared wolf, steering the horde,.
Ripped off the books, pulled all thy churches,.
I am the snarl, the murky merciless darkness nurtures,.
I’m thy master, grasping thy throat,.
Thy breath you pay to stick in my court,.
I was never off, I was never dead,.
I’m the musky nights dream, the bewildering dread,.
Mildewed,…..
Power and glory lurketh for me for I’m the hoofed avower,.
Slashing the cowerdly, serving the lower,.
Table of red, shrouds of loudest whispers, amassing with glory upon yhe opening gates of the shrine of dread,.
As I blew you off, you mammalian, you gurgled out to cower,.
confused and blind, diseased and penniless,. morgue pillars are all he is bound to pull,.
Click, click come the hooves, cloven, dripping laughter, black haired,
wiping off the infested, like those pigeons, homage for the purged,.
The knife is night sharp, my glowing growl,.
To peel off thy soul, thou weakling prey, I casted a howl,.
no mercy for the humble, no air for the self righteous,.
to get your soul rumbled, I socked you in the bowel!
I harvest your glaze, taste your child,.
I flag this post, blood your elders cried,.
Slashing and dashing, yanks with ease,.
Cuts through thy meat, as I smirk and please,.
I am rich I’m strong, intact, shouting blatant,.
demon I prize with blood of that old but yet infant,.
I scream and shout, call in the smokes,.
I gain what I yearn, I earned now thy ropes,.
nibble on thy blood, thou hath to praise me,.
for I’m thy nemesis, your blithering folly raised me,.
Hard candy is sweet, ain’t for the quick bite,.
The night is for us, as shunned me your one legged knight!
I call and dance, I smirk and gnarl,.
For your time is up, you’re but that turned in pond at war,.
I close my eyes, taste your scream,.
As you cling on to life, to farewell thy dream,.
I stand strong, behold the scorched valley,.
Smell the victory, at full mast my shout, raging this alley,.
Sixty eight million I gained, blood is the sign,.
peasants get no chance, neither the dead from the shrine,.
smoke rises, burning shreds of your holy,.
Squatting were my minions, festering your Nazareth, that dead dolly,.
No place for the meek, no bread for thy lord,.
For I’m that scared wolf, steering the horde,.
Ripped off the books, pulled all thy churches,.
I am the snarl, the murky merciless darkness nurtures,.
I’m thy master, grasping thy throat,.
Thy breath you pay to stick in my court,.
I was never off, I was never dead,.
I’m the musky nights dream, the bewildering dread,.
Mildewed,…..
Power and glory lurketh for me for I’m the hoofed avower,.
Slashing the cowerdly, serving the lower,.
Table of red, shrouds of loudest whispers, amassing with glory upon yhe opening gates of the shrine of dread,.
As I blew you off, you mammalian, you gurgled out to cower,.
