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Cold Flesh Citadel - text


The citadel of Decline and plunder with abandoned and leaved bastions of consciousness.
The cold tower of flesh which used to be a human being.

The all-conquering dust eaten soul away.
The invading horror built a nest within eye-sockets.
The barbed wire of memoirs twisted around neck.
The skull fills with indeterminate but depraved stench.
Defilement, memory's sacrilege and spasm of mind.
Your Hear vomits out slime.
refectory emasculation and feverish lobotomy.

Convulsively dipping into sucking caverns of thirst disgusting emptiness,
You try to expel legions of the stiffened dead mean from the houses of eternal rest.

The Sleep of reason produces monsters.

The sleeper must awaken

Text přidal Sunrise686

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