He became the swarm, indeed a pitiful imitation
Darkness. My precious companion, even thou cant see his face
Existence woven into darkness, prudence did fall
To the verge of a quiet glance, an oracle without eyes
Salvation turned to bleed despair, compassion fled.
Sadistic delight flowed, like Hell burned brighter .In Satan's beauty, life was found. A flow of orgasmic fire, swept through the cosmic night
Gaze towards the Heavens, an you might catch a glimpse of Me.I enthroned darkness triumphant, with the searing trident of the Inferno.
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