Parental rhytm from human soul has stabbed my senses for long time. It agonize my dignity and I weep sometimes and swear. Herds of blackeyed crows perceived my rite so I dont know how to kill my instincts, how to be like other beasts. Existence is urgent sheen, short piece of time, cord over desert. It consists of bequests. Its only symbol of progress. Total act of creation has opened the gates and crashed the crown. Air is full of vibrations. Gods dance tango of the death. Royalties of my madness will be salvation for my truth. It will burn in holy fire. Purification is my hope. Blackeyed crows have flown away. My loneliness sank in cold blood. Now I am free, so I can fly where horned souls solidify. I am the unique fire. I am the unique grave. I am the unique father, unique tribute of the sin. I am worshiper. Im dark den, unique thorn on your way. Im murderer. Im devil, homeless spirit on the wind. Ill regret procreation borned painfully in the slime. I hate stench of cremation. Im your nightmare and your dream. I am your oracle,. I am your breath, mutilation and your end. The ultimate incantation, unique efect of your prayers.
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