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Introduction: The Fall
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Circle V: Wrath
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Lies! Father of Lies,
I can see you at work in the fathomless depths of their eyes,
Insidious eyes.
You're the Master of Loathing, the Lord of the Flies,
Draped in horror,
Licking the blood from your lips on a throne of our bones.
Feast,
And feast your eyes upon me now!
I've become the Lion of Babylon,
I will surely dine with you in Hell.
If but to taste the ashes of rebellion,
I will savour every mile we fell.
I long to indulge on your wickedest serpents,
He who conspires shall feel no end to my wrath.
Wrath!
Behold the harmony of sheer retribution,
No more shall we endure your putrid disease.
Suffer as I have suffered,
Submit to my instruments of torture.
Sever the head,
Peel back the flesh and expose the detestable remains,
I ingest,
I defile your corpse to consume everything that I hate.
Soaking red,
Tearing and hacking and choking on excrement.
Sordid sledge,
Thrashing momentum, disemboweling enfeeblement,
Drilling, and spilling what's left of your curdling blood.
Lies! Father of Lies,
I can see you at work in the fathomless depths of their eyes,
Insidious eyes.
You're the Master of Loathing, the Lord of the Flies,
Draped in horror!
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Burning below, another carcass,
Blistered and seared, forever boiled!
Bodies amassed beneath the currents,
Begging for mercy on the soil!
Father, why hast thou forsaken me?
To shepherd thy cryptic insanity?
How better to cleanse this impurity?
For no vermin deserve your impunity.
Holy, false deity,
Purely putrid philosophy.
I corrupt thee as you did me,
And renounce this distorted prophecy.
From madness,
To rapture!
Arise infernal,
Demise eternal!
I am your wretched idol,
I am Wretched Idol now.
Born of bastard saviour's crimes.
Born of bastard saviour's crimes,
I desecrate his paradigm.
Find my tasks upon the street,
To cease the lines of those I meet.
No more gods, no more salvation,
No Ein Sof, nor revelations.
Absent heavens, all damnations,
I am Chasek, I am creation!
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Enthralled by the lust for flesh,
I commit to the Well of Hell.
I carve my name in the faces of giants,
Hammering apart my mortal shell.
The Void!
It spews from my body,
Consumes every fractal of Light.
I alone create the form and the formless,
I have killed, I have suffered for this,
And I alone can see your face in the Darkness.
I only made you to pay!
Die!
Bleed forever!
"Our God is a consuming fire,
He would literally annihilate you.
Blood covered your soul,
Hell is real!
Scream for Hell, beg for Hell,
Cry for a Hell!" - ("Hell Fire" by Charles Lawson)
Blood!
Bloodshed,
Anyone and all -- dead.
Bloodshed shall soak the land!
These eyes,
Drenched by the works of demise.
I see my soul,
In oceans of crimson.
Your cries,
Echo the chorus of flies.
I am now whole,
My name is Satan!
Thy will be done.
"Five more victims found in a northside apartment,
They revealed the name of one victim,
A 23-year-old man from Chicago.
The other names won't be released until relatives are notified.
They identified another victim, and they say they have tentative ID's on still five more.
The 31-year-old may be responsible for as many as seventeen murders,
Some of which may have occurred outside of the Milwaukee area." - (Jeffrey Dahmer - Television Reports)
"He never heard you express remorse,
Have you never felt it?
Remorse for what?
You people have done everything in the world to me.
Doesn't that give me equal right?
Maybe I haven't done enough,
I might be ashamed of that,
For not doing enough, for not being more perceptive,
For not being aware enough.
Maybe I should have killed 500 people,
Then I would have felt better." - ("Mind of Manson" courtesy of MSNBC)
Blood!
Bloodshed,
Anyone and all -- dead.
Bloodshed shall soak the land!
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