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“I am he, Hell within mercy, as Almighty spawned in vain. Anguish on the bastard throne, I crucify the last martyr. Born with a heinous offering, I decay the lies of Holy. Whoring the seed through the cunt of a serpent, I sought the plagues as her juices spew on me. Anointed by the prongs of sin, blasphemy reaches its darkest manifestation. Conjure of unlight swells within thy legions of thy great accuser, as thy wrenched is for thy Satan comes forth at the dawn of reckoning.”

“Specter of all evils, his terrible hand extends a vengeance. A great beast, the Devil's apprentice - ruler of evil and good. Enemy of God, an outcast of Heaven - emperor of all torments. A ritual figure, a pagan idol - occult leader for all Witches & Satanists. Philosophy of Good, an exile in Holy Pages - his blackness is his reign. Preist dreads him, pagans worship him - for he is God in the universe of unclean. A victor king in the kingdom of sinners, known as the all-powerful Baphomet.”

“Stupendous carnage was painted on the canvas, A depiction of repulsion was executed around the structure. It revealed its dark emblem by painting its sinister Red. Three intertwined bloated eyes are encrusted together, awfully deformed - the horrendous stench of decay can be smelt from it, for it exudes a sulfurous aroma of rotting animals. A torn torso of a butchered rabbit laid on the eye sockets, with all its arms, legs, and head severed off. A sludge-like, bubbling, dripping fluid oozed from the abnormally large eyes, leaving the ground deserted to rust and becoming the midst of a terrible famine. Blood Gushes from the slashes of each hideous eye, gouging out gore from the torn skin, spluttering and erupting gasping cries as it struggles in its own twisted misery of giving birth, as it was preparing to give shape-shifting life to a black-glass body, horn-like entity, unlike any childbirth you have ever witnessed. Satanic was this creature, whose muscle mass was disintegrated. All of his blood was squeezed out, forlorn and cold to the touch. The thorns on his head were intertwined into horns. A serpent's nose and wolf-like fangs were all this child had, as he had no gift of sight or hearing, he had only the smell of terror as his power.”

“One last Unseen entities possessed my mind in the chaos of their worship. Created by the heathen ancestors, deceased objects by otherworldy divinities provide comfort in my psyche. The whirlwind of its carnage gives me a hymn to lament for. The sun is my Deity, and I enjoy watching the world scorch while worshipping it. I am like a deity without a God because the universe is a pleasure in my thoughts. The only way I can experience life is through an illusion, such as being like a divine being, which molds and forsakes any belief in oneself in the absence of a God.”

“I ascend into the inferno, where the plagues become my conqueror. I tremble the fragility of the earth, eternally bringing forth destruction. I come as the great accuser, seeking to lay bare my infected divinity. I misbegotten my absence of conviction, for I am the bastard wolf. I use my thoughts as the wraith of my sword, carving my knowledge into the ears of every blind disciple of the Heavenly who condemns my sin. I am no follower of divinity, I only adhere to agnostic philosophy.”

“The gift of yourself is a tapestry woven with the threads of authenticity, compassion, and purpose. It is a radiant offering that transcends the boundaries of time and space, igniting hearts and inspiring souls. In a world yearning for connection, your truest essence becomes a beacon of light, guiding others to embrace their own uniqueness and find solace in shared humanity. Embrace the power within you, for in the gift of yourself lies the transformative potential to heal, to create, and to leave an indelible mark upon the tapestry of existence.”

“Death shall reign bliss over the abyss to those who fear the end. All those who are dying will travel only once through the desolate. Dim it will be for the souls in gray, not ready to evanesce from this world. Grief will cling to ice, limbs will stiffen as timber, voices will go unheard through a death rattle, and our minds will turn into eternal shadow. All of the love you carry will stand on a thread of pinhole conviction. Your lifeless body will be entombed in your graveyard of disbelief. A path to an empty conscience is the only one that leads to naught. In the spiritual dimension after demise, we are the paradise lost that has disappeared.”