A Higher Art of Immutable Beauty

Through my travels, I have pledged to tell of my

Infatuation with the disturbed

The traces left behind... Still cower upon my conscience...

Flucuations bringing change, this hell on Earth...

It is a bed of procrustes

The means are left behind, to the one who is dormant...

He is the placeby which has transfixed me

Like a cyst it grows and swells...

Bloating to a new confusion

Your anguish is revealed to me... As you become...

Gudgeon, provoked by this culmination of callings

The goatish fiend, spills cowardly puss...

In consined perdition, we are overtaken...

By stygian darkness

What is not known afflicts the inerted mind...

Reflect upon this... Swine

As you feel me chew on your remaining bowels...

Your mentality is lost... As is the water on your brain...

Like a sudden change... In the course of events

You must except your end... As you envision

I venerate the pleasures of eviscerating

It is a higher art... Of immutable beauty

As though the oceans boiled and the lands burned...

Malincony, the winds resound a mourning

Your fearless one... Violated of his life...

-His blood sprayed far during his mutilation

The habitat is now a shit-ridden landslide...

All the screams become an echoing chant

As though we sanctify... Gorging in spiteful cleansing

The incense cannot cover up

The rotting bodies piled below