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letra de at the vanguard of deception - merrimack

the mourning i wear is not mine
it belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh
this mourning i wear is not mine
it belongs to this rotten shell
where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks
in a yelling void
that bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race
leading to paths of bites

channeling me to infected waters
abused by the gutter of the world
where our flame, cast in flesh
is nothing but a nail stuck in filth
.
the mourning i wear is not mine…
but a pigsty where brews my dated p-ssion
for the old satanic archetype
virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse…
there’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity
an ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of god
collecting his toys amongst broken seals of nag hammadi

oh, satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ?
corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids

our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials
are starving for starvation

i consume everything i touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth
someday i’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile
my belly secretes a living manure, some aids-faced abomination
able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest

time’s poisoning the idea of being
cosmos is the reverse of creation
all is fucked, nothing can grow
each second cancels a century

standing at the vanguard of deception

as a fanatic of my own destruction, i’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation
praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry
you have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence
experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of god
now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter
replacing the whole sky
testing the shooting room

in pavore dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto
domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo

- merrimack

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