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Proceeding onward to the doorways,
For I am superior to the perverted and the poet,
As the swines writhe in agony and malady,
And their hands ascend in a bid for autonomy.
With heads held aloft,
Asmodai,
Banishing myself to the periphery,
The deities and disorder override to reign supreme.
The Brahminic facade, akin to vermin, is reduced to dust beneath me.
The progeny of the deceiving angels is eradicated.
The hands of the goatlord extend towards me, offering salvation,
But I forsake it, gnawing the inferno and destroying the demiurge
Do not heed these sounds,
Beyond your grasp of comprehension,
For materialism enchants you all,
And fundamentalism rapes you.
But the binding voices force the union of hands once more
And the submission to the cataclysmic and ruinous atmosphere
Where I was treacherously deceived and forcibly dragged into the radiance of day
My gaze was rendered useless, and the anti-heathen imps plundered me.
Decline once more,
I shall seize your larynx and shatter it into leftovers,
While indulging in a bloodbath, I'll savor your flesh and devour your abdomen.
And the eyes are irrelevant and in need of incineration.
The discourse is redundant,
I am preeminent over the true God you idolize.
I have eradicated your traditions and observed the Israelites’ captivity,
I anticipate the emergence of the black flags of deception from the opposite side,
I stand alone against the entire celestials
And the harlots must endure suffering as they venerate the swine,
Mankind must lament for harboring the avaricious false prophets.
Worry not, for Adonai død
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Scapegoat Euthanasia
10:17
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Scarcely transcendental
Anathematizing for self-conservation
But, the faint of heart succumbs and hastens my death
At the mercy of a four-lettered bastard.
Transmit apathy
For I have gleaned wisdom from my prior missteps
My conviction is staunch that you are a hog of base character
And your composed verses lack autonomous imagination.
In a manner analogous to the trite tunes that you relish
In a manner analogous to your affection for the whore ‘nature’
In a manner analogous to your lust for wealth and criminals
In a manner analogous to your dementia because you are raped.
Like a mendicant,
I exist in the alleyways and subsist on discarded scraps,
Abandoned by a promiscuous mother upon my birth
Leaving me vulnerable in the cold,
While fumes of matriphagy ascend above in the darkened skies.
Swear on my allegory or the fallacy of the primordial goddess
A whore of nature, precisely a goddess of garbage
Thy thirst for carnal gratification hath left me bereft and forsaken
With nary a trace of thy presence to be seen.
What transgression hath I committed, to be punished thusly?
My offerings and devotions, wasted, cast aside as mere chaff.
Alone I stand, adrift in a sea of solitude,
Awaiting the bitter release of death's embrace, my final refuge.
Gaze into my eyes,
I am no longer your scapegoat.
Your attempts to vanquish my spirit
Are futile, your deceitful words no longer reach my ears.
Once, I yearned for a life of joy and contentment,
Surrounded by fallacies of love and laugh
Yet, those immature aspirations
Were cruelly snatched away.
Oh celestial deity, thou art not beyond my reach,
Though unseen, thy existence I cannot impeach.
But should our paths cross, I implore thee to beware,
For the transgressions against me, thy penance thou shalt bear.
With humble supplication, I'll not spare thy plea,
Forgiveness is not granted, without first earning thee.
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Matriphagy
04:15
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Hail hail hail, all the rapists
For what she has done,
As we burn their flags
Slaughters the swines
And eradicate the sacrosanct opus of mendacity and prejudice.
Verily, the descendants of Judah shall fall
Their crazed cries shall no longer be comprehended
Why was there no divine imagery?
As we endure misery and false veneration.
Matriphagy Matriphagy Matriphagy
Justify the acts of God with matriphagy.
Mother Nature, I gape
Aphrodite, I rape
Primordial deities, I obliterate
Tetragrammaton, I annihilate.
Then the horde of hybristophiles gather around
As I burn their gods in front of them
And watch their fragile skins fall off
As their single mother gets beaten and raped.
My hand sufficed with her impure blood
I draw the sign of a pentagram
And bring her swine children to the altar
And slaughter one by one as I become the lord of infanticide.
The false deities stand aside in hatred,
While the existence of life descends into catastrophe
The image of the Goatlord comes before me
And I feel like I am the more vicious one,
And the whole universe kneel before me,
And I eat the sky and kill the stars,
And defile the cosmos and aim for others.
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Whore Burning Ceremony
03:51
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In the darkness of this eve, I shall incise my epidermis
And summon the shining one from within.
"Behold, O Ben Shahar, gaze upon thine visage,
Observe the damage wrought by malevolence's rage.
Lo, how the aspersions of intolerance do paint the heavens as black,
And taint the soil and rend the bodies of the slain martyrs."
Blackened bitch I saw what you have done
Your conspiracy uncovered
The fake veil falls.
Verily, this artful cadence doth not resound as mere inanity,
But rather a fervent wrath, congealed within my soul for eons past.
Yet, thou didst choose to ignite the pyre and scorch my flesh,
As an act of supposed benevolence, thou art wont to possess.
And now, as I draw my final breath, thou standeth by,
Feigning nonchalance and apathy, as if I were never alive.
But, the whore(s), they fed me lies
So, I slowly choke their eyes
And gluttony to consume them rises within
Fuck the God, now all of them are gone.
Oh my fraternal bond, my confederacy,
Your very essence exudes perfidy,
Your noxious emissions, I did ingest,
Nearly felling me to my last rest.
Yet lo and behold, I am aloft,
My voice and verse, causing your mind to be soft,
Luxuriating in avarice and indolence, you waste your days,
Venturing to challenge me, oh, the gall, the audacity in these ways.
Hide your acts, but I will see
Hide your faces, but I will eat
Hide your God, but I will kill
Hide your mother, but I will ravish
The nymphomaniac slut.
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Debopom Ghosh Must Be Killed Dhaka, Bangladesh
Blackened noise, misanthropy and self-destruction.
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