Spirit of Noxious Miasmas, Hear my plea: Through the aethyric waters, I seek the bloody prey of hope-through fatality-to see as you. To see Creation in a river of boiling blood as Creator. To crack its arms as two branches--later for cannibalization. To know thy thoughts through the ripping out of eyes that I might blind you to give myself sight: For, I am not your guide. To know
Death through you unto man that he would rend shred after shred of flesh While, the blood remains.
Death through you unto man that he would rend shred after shred of flesh While, the blood remains.
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