The pregnant virgin has had an abortion.
The prophet of lies has gone underground.
Hold your breath now, children!
You tears will grow like cancer.
What shatters your eardrums is not sound.
The clocks have stopped ticking.
What can be inhaled can also be eaten.
The dirt of a thousand funerals under our nails.
The blood floods the earth.
The clouds are getting blacker.
I drink to the lord of destruction.
I party with demons and ghouls.
Those fat sloppy hearts,
still whining their memories are too sad.
You say this is not the darkness you paid for.
Then show me that fucking receipt!
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