The Satanist E

I descended from a mountainside high A vicious predator upon the scattered moor To shine The way of messianic light From one singular Reign into their swamped plight A sweet sacrament I Beckon thee Grateful hiatus Offering Without your love so Incomplete Correct me with your Dignity I dig up holes In the rupture of hell Dissolve, divide, disintegrate I am Yours, in your foyer I belong Since frailest Whim they would impale the sun And as the shivering became the walking man I Am the flighted, the form from the egg My Soft black insects, holy woods divine In morbid Cosmos, mighty of fur This universe has Never been enough To birth, to liberate the spring Of life Where the lamb embraces gash for a scream of Bite I dig up holes In the rupture of hell Dissolve, divide, disintegrate I am yours, in your foyer I belong I Cast my hell from perditious clay Behold my bliss profane Born of the lie, condemned to lack Live in Denial, yet caught and slain I am the great rebellion Impious To my dwell An existence even sin would Not pardon No guilt, no reason, Savior or shame