Darkened and ghastly our demons shall fly. Flittering of the macabre under a cold moon. Decadent worship of black magic and sorcery. God is in the womb of the devil's dungeon. You can see your god writhing in agony. Necrosis is festering in his face. Venomous pins sticking in the skin. The poison prepared by our demons. God will be drawn and quartered. His skull will be chained to your head. We fold the life-less body to fit it in a casket. We shall then cross out the crucifix.
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TheDarkLordLucifer 9 months ago
I love Brueggemann's honest take on our most embarrassing texts. I also like how he uses his watchband as prayer beads.
bmjersak 2 years ago