(The former heavens lusts for you
Even the God of the old, commands
The everlasting hell to seduce you.)
The man god of men gods, who has told
You to wield the sword of our God
Is it new to you, that neither the dust
Shall prevail against you?
Face the tree of all hollows as you seek,
The fall shall be for the son of the earth.
Not bread nor grape will ever satisfy
Your monster.
Black and white your decision has come
Open the earth and split water from fire!
But satisfaction is never more than you liar!
For not only gold doth your own people desire.
A poisonous grip has held the world,
A name for each and a number for every beach
May all men be not deceived, if ever they know
How to teach.
But at the end will one be opened
Your son will come forth and be tormented
Not foolishness exceeds to you
For blasphemy is in love with you.
O sweet angel of stirs
Is not the heavens your fear?
Your lust for our daughters
Will soon be a permanent creed
Will their offsprings be near
For your coming, O, dear?
Your words satisfies tongues
Your bliss embraces diseases
Shall I even say it in Latin?
That your embrace is ever so sweet
I can't describe so much of your
Undying lure, your charms
Are increadibly irresisteble
As if you are the whore made in
Godlike form
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