Manifesting lies

Creating suitable distractions

Rancid thought is the art of my corruption

The stench of putrefaction fills the air

Selecting victims through the process of elimination

Manipulating the trust that i’ve been given

To steal and violate the innocence of gods holy children in

Blood pooling underneath the sacrificial bed they were born in

Violate the innocence of gods holy children

Underneath the sacrificial bed they were born in

Feasting on the entrails

Of the worlds forgotten victims

The bastard offspring sacrificed

Straight from the womb

Feeding on the genitals

Of these tasty little children so I can

Prevent their habit of breeding stop them eternally

Welcome to your judgement

Where your fate will be decided

Sodomise the decomposing lifeless shells of meat

This wretched art is all I have there is no life inside of me

Lifeless mockeries

Separated into piles

Ones in which I have defiled

Ones still yet to bear said trials

Crying Longingly

Aching for the warming touch

Of anything or anyone else

I am all that stands before thee

Manifesting lies

Creating suitable distractions

Rancid thought is the art of my corruption

The stench of putrefaction fills the air

Selecting victims through the process of elimination

[Daniel Burris]

The flames lick the children's skin

As I begin

To speak in tongues so eloquent

Their bones crack and bend

As they begin

To choke on a crucifix

I live for their innocent grins

Unknowing of what's coming for them

The secret of my intentions

Dwells only in these walls of liberation

Thank you god for giving me the power

To satisfy my disgusting desires

Slicing, cutting

Tearing at the flesh of my newborn victims

Raping, maming

Mutilate on purpose there is no life in them

Lucidly I reawaken cutting endlessly

Until I reach my fill of greed I toss their worthless carcasses aside

I Fear Im always gunna Have to hide inside

Inside the holy walls where they confide

As to those who reject faith

I will punish them with terrible agony in this world

And in the Hereafter, nor will they have anyone to help them

I am death

I am corruption

[Ben Mason]

Pitiful disciples

I will drink the souls from your lifeless carcasses

Eviscerating all that oppose me

With the power of a deity Ruthlessly conquering the weak and frail

Drinking the innocence of mankind

In the name of blasphemy

These Meaningless words of coercion

Only enable my perversion