The Ruins of Beverast
Arcane Pharmakon Messiah
The giant excrement accumulation still awaits mine
My fetid, pestilent, venomous faces
Prepared to devour all, but not yet willing
Not sufficiently mortal
I should rapidly unmask what breeds this gleam within me
A lure for the beast
To creep ahead
To bleed, to howl
To exult
To mutilate the mind
This is a futile, miniature moment, again
And an atrocious castigation that befalls me
For a peek out of the crypt
I depict the realm as kingless
Where all semen is foul, omnivorous, suicidal
I demand a messiah!
Pathetically faint burns the flame of awareness
When the grand, imminent bereavement
Leaves me suddenly bereft
Bereft of a dominion
Bereft of air and voice
Bereft of my piss
Bereft