Rise, Loksumu, Insinuant Devil! Swath of veils of the choking womb, veins of shadows—sinew of dawn. Temples… temples… crawling temples in black
Divine miasma, holy nausea, abstract shades in line
Darkness rushes to a valley of minds, cleansing septicity with tar. Temples… temples… crawling temples in black
Screaming out an epithet, but their sounds do not hoist from the seat of their lips
Breathing foetuses, slithering leeches, denounce their guilt after breastfeeding their own mouth at the sacrosanct spring
I toll the death knell, my spirit opens, and the faces that taint the gasoline mirror are now gone forever… « In the depths, call forth Belial into the being of man
From the depths of your throne, insinuant devil of falsity
» Temples… temples… crawling temples in black
I am free
Holy nausea, abstract names written in signs, dark waters confined, drowning with numbness in tar