Dark Gods Stagger forth, Forgetting the Froth in the Basket of Blood.
What Left they behind or rather Wherefore burnest thou THINE Entrails in
Blonde Museum Veranda,
Unto the Pagan Subterfuge and thus UNTO Depths of an Island Soft,
This Hymnal ever-floating Pretends to drift within our bending
Mirrored Chambers unto the seething orGan beyond the great Steps
of Salvation's FIRES of Raging Trapezoid confections, unto which
Dazzlement performs its Dance in Spiced Holy Shadows of an
Elaborate Spewing Statue. The Radiant Blood !!
E J A C U L A !!!! E J A C U L A !!!!
Produce thy Starry Filth on the quivering WAFER,
That of Embracing Rapture on an VOLCANIC DISC !!!
Unto Which Spiral Naked Bitches
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