Dead Macrocosm

Foredoomed to choose the most disgusting form of all
Sacred ablution into the temple of all blinded
Into broken retorts, here lost life huddels low
Deprived of courage and mortal burden
Brought on the female shoulders out of obscurity
Out of obscurity
Carnivorous creators of horror are ready for slaughter
Fallen into the depth of all gaping
Sliding down into the depth of shaggy combs
Of matriarchal inner matter
Through the fragments of blood garners cut with spines
Longing to the taste of ascetic flesh
This is the legacy of titans stream through the veins
Panorama of passion battles
Pathos of heroic spirit tired with struggle
Anathemic lust besieged with metaphors...
Silent liturgy of empty moralized conscience
Out of dead macrocosm
Blasphemously, fading away... ramped and torn apart flesh
Night riders of poured moisture
Delusioned in boundless breath of the dead macrocosm
Following the leprous ways of the purulent messiah...
Bridled black divinity of erected intellect