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The Crimes Of Tetragrammatron
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Towers collapse into rivers of blood
Skin bubbles off as the corpse starts to burn
Feeding the cancer at the heart of the world
Howls for the death ripped from black lungs
Tolling of bells for more work to be done
Hymns of the whip for clock and the cross
Birthed in disease with command to be well
Stretched on the table facing onslaught of hell
The noises of slaves inchant magic spells
Hideous gnashing of the devout
Solemn dramas of incurious fools
The absent one cowers from chariots of iron
And behold I, Eschatarch
Eternal negation of all echelon
A shadow falls on the world of Tertullian
Can we not stop our unmaking
Skin bubbles off as the corpse starts to burn
Feeding the cancer at the heart of the world
Howls for the death ripped from black lungs
Tolling of bells for more work to be done
Hymns of the whip for clock and the cross
Birthed in disease with command to be well
Stretched on the table facing onslaught of hell
The noises of slaves inchant magic spells
Hideous gnashing of the devout
Solemn dramas of incurious fools
The absent one cowers from chariots of iron
And behold I, Eschatarch
Eternal negation of all echelon
A shadow falls on the world of Tertullian
Can we not stop our unmaking