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I lift the bound man and promptly drop his filthy flesh into my cleansing chamber My blade traces from his eyes downward, slicing tear ducts from their seams This arena of porcelain will be a virtuous site for his rebirth, his Becoming The vermin prays with thick streams of ruby repentance running down his face There is no forgiveness to be sought, no heart to be bought I turn the **** towards the Devil’s direction Jets of scalding blood coat the man like scarlet skin He is barely able to protest and, at best, manages to writhe I look upon this majestic transformation; my expression held blithe As the gore mounts in height, the man’s screams begin to muffle Relentless wriggling recedes rapidly into barely a shuffle He is submerged in the depths of horror, drowned from my design I drag the newly created spirit from its resting place and into the light Its splendor is truly divine; unfit for any eye but mine I hang its body alongside beings of fellow weeping demeanor A cadre of crimson angels
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
The Angelmaker
I lift the bound man and promptly drop his filthy flesh into my cleansing chamber My blade traces from his eyes downward, slicing tear ducts from their seams This arena of porcelain will be a virtuous site for his rebirth, his Becoming The vermin prays with thick streams of ruby repentance running down his face There is no forgiveness to be sought, no heart to be bought I turn the **** towards the Devil’s direction Jets of scalding blood coat the man like scarlet skin He is barely able to protest and, at best, manages to writhe I look upon this majestic transformation; my expression held blithe As the gore mounts in height, the man’s screams begin to muffle Relentless wriggling recedes rapidly into barely a shuffle He is submerged in the depths of horror, drowned from my design I drag the newly created spirit from its resting place and into the light Its splendor is truly divine; unfit for any eye but mine I hang its body alongside beings of fellow weeping demeanor A cadre of crimson angels
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Horus
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
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