Orcustus Asphyxiokenisis
Pieced together with the skeleton of a conviction so thin
Its structure raises misleading to a more secure path of worship
wThe sails of the idiot are perfect in each manner and mind too
Lending its fist
six feet beneath the seat of the mallet
Dead
The body of pact
Joyously tempting with white wings of holy
But smeared in shame
The hidden house trembles with fear of rebellion
Know now it is coming
This wind unlike any other wind is the wind of death
It will lay its hands upon you and condemn
Yes
Judge you and slay you and put you in a place without form
This is called chaogenesis
Silence
