Lycantropy of Dead Flesh

Lying half alive... not yet dead

I've waited hell for the gathering to

return

My awful sins are not to repent

to kneel before the Eternal...

And

rip his throat, bite his throat

and his eyes will be burned in lies

And to

transform from rotting putrid smells

and the meat i consume is from the virgin

skin

bestowed upon this being to rapture the pure

a divine for implementing

misery...

A divine nature of bloodthirsty to consume

a Eucharist from the

covenant of unholiness...

Lifeless inhabitance is certain contempt

to

demolish all that is breathing

An awaking of inner thirst for infamy and

despair

Raping the freshly decomposed

Desolate stare into god's dead

soul...

unleashed to hunt among the worthless living...

to sacrifice the dead

cadavers

Undead to become one with Darkness blessings

flesh transformed to

mutated pulp

a created cannibal for the hunt of life

to live with the hunger

for meat

feeding this darkness with in my soul