I walk the bleeding edges of the prime realities
Where death churns like a sea of dragons
The embodiment of emptiness howls and echoes
Lesser planes filter in from the black deep

Aeons slither away in fear of the emptiness
Of the endless fall that undoes
A single star cries for deliverance
Nothing in the waves of reality

Crawl the surface of the maggot sun
Howling beasts claim the stars
Bleed away into nothing, from failed reverence
Form forced godhood, to nothing, again

And aeons flee, still, time surrounds
Machinations without will nor care
Lesser voids like angels soar
Invariance of the soul, void became

And here, exocation, deformation, of self
Divine monsters make up my souls
Entwined gods lost individuality
In a greater construct of void-self

And forever, exocation, evolution of self
Eterinty cannot describe the moments
Infinity cannot grasp the core
I see the edge, i see your end

Reality breathes through me, lives in me
Stars are the fabric of these souls
That churn in the void of me
Exocation of the void-self, invariably

God is a madman
A lunatic raving in an empty room
We are his morbid dreams

He splatters thoughts against a wall
And they come into being
Creating sick creatures to kill each other for his amusement

Divine skin, ethereal shell
I see you burn. Dread not, death will
I see you wither. Dread not, time will
I see you drown. Hold on. There is no purpose
Divine skin, I can't see you... anymore
Light fractures divine skin
Rupture visage sucks us in

Repulsugloid :

1. Subclass of modern humans, combining the worst traits of both ugloids and repulsoids.

2. Lowest known lifeform.

3. Disgrace for sentient life in general.

What have you locked away...
In the cages of...
Your pervert mind...

Locked in spirals of time...
Reverted back after torture...
After pain... again...

While their cries echo...
In the cages of...
Your pervert mind...

And what remains...
Ravaged souls...
Cries embedded forever...

And what remains...
Seen through your sick eyes...

Feed the whore, with blood, black and cold.

Yes... slither... you maggot
Squirm, repulsive beast
Feed the black of your mind
The monster hungers for your will

Squirm, repulsive beast
Slither into the mouths of those
Who will glady feed on you

Feed... feed... feed...

Sacred filth... sacred filth...

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