Merrimack - Arousing Wombs in Nine Angles Pleroma | Текст песни

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Exhausted from labours of hoarding,
for he wanders across the baptistry of disconsolate,
eyelids anointed with spewing dust of lies,
he who releases the archontal pleonasm
and feasts of old cross-worship, for a thousand times has he hung,
the same smiling noose, praying for his bars.

Not to disappear,
for the veil of dust not to leave,
for the lion head with foolish eyes
not to burst the punch of clouds.

Histerically handling his sinister logarithm,
one that stole from men a vision of infinite wisdom.
Hurried buildings, houses with rotten foundations,
rickety bridges are like black teeth on black gums.
Everywhere where crawl a carrion of the Eye,
these prosthetics of chaos spread and acclaim the Fall, fresh lungs and rat breath, a communion in fear,
for a new scarlet whore to rise.
Secular throbbing rising, the earth is devouring itself.
Pruritus manifestation, evil in all creation.

The necessity to coalesce in matter, devourment within devourment,
overlapping jaws seeping endless parousia.

Utter insightliness fills every hole of reality,
every womb where stagnates a thick placenta,
from where a blessed urination will take place.
Each second fails the abortion process,
each century brings an abject coagulation of flesh and divine tissue of fear.

Look and understand!
The excision of the Great Sophia is complete.
The excision of the Great Sophia is now complete as a piece of Pleroma falls into the void of material worth.