5 acessos
Spirit of Noxious Miasmas, Hear my plea: Through the aethyric waters, I seek the bloody prey of hope-through fatality-to see as you. To see Creation in a river of boiling blood as Creator. To crack its arms as two branches--later for cannibalization. To know thy thoughts through the ripping out of eyes that I might blind you to give myself sight: For, I am not your guide. To know
Death through you unto man that he would rend shred after shred of flesh; While, the blood remains.