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1. These Walls

And with these walls we will never need the sun. These knots are eyes and
every stain's an effigy. To never be shown in the open world. These walls
have no voice, they only rot. And every faded smear's an epitaph. They were
loving once, only to be killed and rebuilt by human hands. And made mildew
with memories. But the grain makes shapes. Oh so clearly. And we can see it.
With the faces of our history. The only things that are truly ours are
enclosures with locked doors. These walls are just like bars and words.
Constructs to be worshipped as such. Our house. And with these walls we will
never need the sun, or time. They are too sublime.

2. Fetesque

Infertile wet soil's where it begins. Composition. Mud and skin. Blessed
scavengers foraging through the thing once fetal, but not dead. The
messengers are maggots, meat on their lips. Roots through throat, mouth and
eyes. Growth tears through the organic mass. Fauna is fucking flora in the
open wide. The oubliette, separation, abandonment. Those are true death.
Stalk against stake will be reaped. It bears the seed of those to be freed.
So suck and swallow it, wash it down with green fluid. That aftertast e is
life. So soft to the touch, in the afterbirth they fell in upon themselves.
When absence takes the young away, don't just stop. Use what's left to
rebuild from the ground up, and it will be. Inside those proteins. A renewed
life being released with bile's ease from the germinated seed. We reaped and
fed. Ingesting them and then loved and bred, remade them in out image. Then
dug holes that hid all our secrets.

3. The Sense Of Reverence


4. The Scent Of Elegance

Brother! Sister! There is sin in sincerity. But our goal is clear. Warm me
with the touch of your flesh. We are divine. We can't be torn apart by any
means. The ladder binds us to each other. Breathe in an expectant gasp.
Exhale me into you. The Ladder Mu st Grow On. To truly love is to love one's
own self. To love your own is the path to righteousness. Can you smell it?
The scene is ripe with the scent, the scent of incest sweet and wet. It's in
every pore of yours. We are nothing more than the creators o f beings so
pure. Will into being the cause of our ancestry. I will carry it away.

5. Organelle (In She We Lust)

The foundation of our upbringing was her heart beating. Within vessels lies
the fluid. I know it tastes like mine does. Epidermal layer, porcelain.
Paper thin, but it holds her in the inside light. The length of her lungs
could be measured by a breath. By a breathless moan, her whisper. Her marrow
matter means everything. We sipped her sweat through the floorboards, every
drop. Down there. The warmest den. The pinkest lips on the hair thin slit of
a hollow shell that held it all. She's a miracle.

6. Dear Martyr

Had we known then what we know now you would be alive. Forgive us, it felt
like a prison to lead predestined lives without a choice. If you could see
her now you would be so proud. Is it murder? Dear Martyr, You brought your
own demise. Things were better without questions. Only your answers to guide
us. Fallen are the great ones. You fell fucking far. Killing you sooner,
would have been better. Dear departed, feasting on faith's fat was
comforting. The yoke's released. The blindfold's drawn. No, please d on't do
it. Please don't kill me. Those were your last words. You said follow me.
You said trust in me but you never said you'd live.

7. Orthodox Unparalleled

The Bloodline Is The Straightest. Pure As Lies. We Refine, Filter. Purify,
Our Kind. Is that not Civilized? Why?

8. Of Fist And Flame

The outside world has its own open sores by our mores. To be sanitized.
Filthy! Unclean! What do they fear? This is their evil this year. Why do
they fear? The clearly defined "Bad guys." Follow whomever you believe and
raise a torch to our family, the bl inded mind and eye is their disease. We
are more in death then they'll ever be. They will all follow suit and
execute a sentence of death for malicious fools. You will not bend but break
our wills. The smell of burning blood and still the ladder clung to g ether,
around one. The embodiment of the pure, but yet she burned. The demiurge.
Her breath never wavered, heart never faltered until the last. Beware the
hands of fear. We were the light they could not see. But where the bloodline
ends is where you begin. You, the enlightened.

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