Breast feeding reaper, dissent 'ere the breach
Ever deceptive, disguised morbid leech
A pastor of wise ones, a marbled array
A backdrop of canker on the banks of dismay
Four-winged harpy like edicts impeached
The sordid whorls of each conceded esoteric whore beseeched
The black dog is gaining, fading our way
Still, the gods incense us still onto the next day, next stage
Death rides at our rearward
The hooves tattoo a cursed verse
Driving toward the finite
Sentient entity, torment denied
Bend
Bow
Follow
Knives aimed towards the sky
Vainly, to tame threat of the oskorei
Today is the day
The faithful are led from their stables and
Into the valley of sin
Where 'ere the flesh's revered victorious
Motions and lotions, lugubrious potions
Imbibements, revivements, orgiastic a-silence
And violents, and violence, and glutting, and f*cking
And sucking, and jutting, and rutting, and bucking
And ooze
Squeal pig squeal!
We f*ck and we kill! Kill! Kill
The maggots will eat their fill
You're soulless so fear no ill
Lay back and relax
Struck in the guts
Weeping like catholic idols
Statuesque
Frozen in form of formal
Torment
[Impotent]
Slowly extract the lower intestine
Comatose, numb to the touch
Squeaking, leaking
Hung to be bled
You know it's all for the greater good
To be honored in this way is to be immortal
Consent to the end. Bite your tongue
Bailiffs, unrelenting sadists, gavel-happy, slapping death and
Judgment in the face of maybe, vapid, acrid, sorry, tacet
Beaten! Grieving
The bureaucratic, dogmatic, hail-to-the-static-addicts
Siphon rights piratic, the panic should have been automatic
Beaten! Beaten for days
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Breast feeding reaper, dissent 'ere the breach
Ever deceptive, disguised morbid leech
A pastor of wise ones, a marbled array
A backdrop of canker on the banks of dismay
Four-winged harpy like edicts impeached
The sordid whorls of each conceded esoteric whore beseeched
The black dog is gaining, fading our way
Still, the gods incense us still onto the next day, next stage
Death rides at our rearward
The hooves tattoo a cursed verse
Driving toward the finite
Sentient entity, torment denied
Bend
Bow
Follow
Knives aimed towards the sky
Vainly, to tame threat of the oskorei
Today is the day
The faithful are led from their stables and
Into the valley of sin
Where 'ere the flesh's revered victorious
Motions and lotions, lugubrious potions
Imbibements, revivements, orgiastic a-silence
And violents, and violence, and glutting, and f*cking
And sucking, and jutting, and rutting, and bucking
And ooze
Squeal pig squeal!
We f*ck and we kill! Kill! Kill
The maggots will eat their fill
You're soulless so fear no ill
Lay back and relax
Struck in the guts
Weeping like catholic idols
Statuesque
Frozen in form of formal
Torment
[Impotent]
Slowly extract the lower intestine
Comatose, numb to the touch
Squeaking, leaking
Hung to be bled
You know it's all for the greater good
To be honored in this way is to be immortal
Consent to the end. Bite your tongue
Bailiffs, unrelenting sadists, gavel-happy, slapping death and
Judgment in the face of maybe, vapid, acrid, sorry, tacet
Beaten! Grieving
The bureaucratic, dogmatic, hail-to-the-static-addicts
Siphon rights piratic, the panic should have been automatic
Beaten! Beaten for days
Ever deceptive, disguised morbid leech
A pastor of wise ones, a marbled array
A backdrop of canker on the banks of dismay
Four-winged harpy like edicts impeached
The sordid whorls of each conceded esoteric whore beseeched
The black dog is gaining, fading our way
Still, the gods incense us still onto the next day, next stage
Death rides at our rearward
The hooves tattoo a cursed verse
Driving toward the finite
Sentient entity, torment denied
Bend
Bow
Follow
Knives aimed towards the sky
Vainly, to tame threat of the oskorei
Today is the day
The faithful are led from their stables and
Into the valley of sin
Where 'ere the flesh's revered victorious
Motions and lotions, lugubrious potions
Imbibements, revivements, orgiastic a-silence
And violents, and violence, and glutting, and f*cking
And sucking, and jutting, and rutting, and bucking
And ooze
Squeal pig squeal!
We f*ck and we kill! Kill! Kill
The maggots will eat their fill
You're soulless so fear no ill
Lay back and relax
Struck in the guts
Weeping like catholic idols
Statuesque
Frozen in form of formal
Torment
[Impotent]
Slowly extract the lower intestine
Comatose, numb to the touch
Squeaking, leaking
Hung to be bled
You know it's all for the greater good
To be honored in this way is to be immortal
Consent to the end. Bite your tongue
Bailiffs, unrelenting sadists, gavel-happy, slapping death and
Judgment in the face of maybe, vapid, acrid, sorry, tacet
Beaten! Grieving
The bureaucratic, dogmatic, hail-to-the-static-addicts
Siphon rights piratic, the panic should have been automatic
Beaten! Beaten for days
Writer: Quinton Gardner
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