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Foetus God

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  • Foetus god descends in silence
    a bastard deity for us to believe
    blasphemy of gen collage
    in backward sombre involution
    Foetus god abortion of the Diine
    latent rape of wet, lewd womb
    man-made myth to blunt in mind
    the vilest offence of five senses
    Undone miracles never to come
    invalid rise of slave thought
    the only light its dawn can shed
    is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
    Thine is not the Kingdom
    no trace of strength I see
    no Mercy to expect
    a seed of claws upon your lips
    As pure wit turns into effusions
    we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour
    gods manifested in twisted images
    astrally hunted in shadow and soul
    Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
    I bet you listen to this psalm of me
    Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
    I bet you listen to this psalm of me
    little by little, one by one
    the thorns become the real crown
    Thine is not the Kingdom
    no trace of strength I see
    no Mercy to expect
    a seed of claws upon your lips
  • Foetus god descends in silence
    a bastard deity for us to believe
    blasphemy of gen collage
    in backward sombre involution
    Foetus god abortion of the Diine
    latent rape of wet, lewd womb
    man-made myth to blunt in mind
    the vilest offence of five senses
    Undone miracles never to come
    invalid rise of slave thought
    the only light its dawn can shed
    is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
    Thine is not the Kingdom
    no trace of strength I see
    no Mercy to expect
    a seed of claws upon your lips
    As pure wit turns into effusions
    we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour
    gods manifested in twisted images
    astrally hunted in shadow and soul
    Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
    I bet you listen to this psalm of me
    Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat
    I bet you listen to this psalm of me
    little by little, one by one
    the thorns become the real crown
    Thine is not the Kingdom
    no trace of strength I see
    no Mercy to expect
    a seed of claws upon your lips