| Ruins of monuments and foetal carcasses line the continents
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| Continuously crawling from the mouth of the abyss, my minions, viciously
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| ingesting
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| They have come to conquer the cunt and slay the offspring
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| Harvesting the land of putridity, harnessing its treacherous essence
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| Aroused by the extermination: I, the apocalypse inseminator
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| Bow to my infestation; |
| the era of infant annihilation
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| The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon
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| The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness
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| The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains
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| Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers
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| Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth
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| Slaved harlots by my side sliding down my colossal cock
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| The conveyor belt descending the monolithic manor bearing the birthspawn of I
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| The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch
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| Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth
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| The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains
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| Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers
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| The last great pharaoh to this bloodline of rape
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| A ruinous prophecy of blasphemous paedophilic triumph
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| We freely fondle and defile the desperate descendants
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| The angelic servants disfigured and maimed beyond all recognition or hope
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| Behold these fragile boys…
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| They have seen too few winters to form their own regret
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| But their pain and desperation is hideously apparent
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| The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon
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| The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness
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| Behold — Blasphemian
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| Infant annihilation |