Bog Of The Infidel - Eden Тексты

Bones scrape 'gainst bone
Swletering coma-tide mummifies the Holy Land
Paradise miles buried under sand
Are the Old Gods only sleeping or have they forgotten,
Are we but the dreams of a drunken ghost's fleeing sanity
Are we to call them to us and all be devoured, or are we to slit our own wrists?
Our bleeding of thge host - the deflowering of Eve
Spewing lava, l ike semen, stagnant waters moulder
Stinking pools of Exhaustion
Rotten sack of childhood baptised in the shallow murk
Infecting all of God's children, whence in soul forever
Crippled shadows lurk...the sun, a rotten yolk
Have I not reached toward Heaven and been held back
By the very arms that gave me "life"
The horizon frowns as humans can once again hear
The weeping of angels
There, descent begin anew...re-envisioning the fall
How can there be a day other than this?
This is fucking depression!!! new hell, in the bowels of the earth,
From ancient stone hewn
A time other than now?
A reek upon the Western Wind
Flu-like symptoms, the expanding North
Creeping ice shelve shroud
Eastward quake progession, southbound staggering
Cunt reared skyward
Glistening in the star haze
Lusting to fornicate the divine menstruation
The phallus is engorged
EDEN
All points of compass fold
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