Spawned into bondage
Thine flesh twines, so flawless
A linking of inhuman kind
Sharing their anguish
An orgasmic madness
Each prodding a twist of the mind

Spawned of dimensions
Our faith wends to legend
Excluded from annals of lore
A mythos so putrid
Its terrors are music
Euphonious overture soars

This weakness of mortals
Through marrow as portals
A sick disagreement at best
Retrieved from planes farthest
How fruitful mine harvest
Our coveted bounty's undying molest

Hark
By scalpel and by blade
Thou art both God and the Way
At thy most wretched of heels
Reassembled, I lovingly kneel

Bound, tormented, and shamed
Form mauled, mangled, and maimed
With frailty undone, no desire remains
Through Lemarchand's hollows:

"It opened. We came..."

In our image reshaped
Humanity muted and raped
Tendrils sunder; partake of thy fluids
Bloodless, insane--proselytized druid

We, theologians
Most ancient of origin
Hierophants of thee opened Gash
Seductions extended
Thy foul dream's inventions
Thine Eden's perversion unmasked

This illness of being
Rapt hands aid in fleeing
Impatience configures the frame
To taste thy spilt chalice
As now descends Alice
But dancers to lechery's calloused refrain

Behold
The winding Labyrinth
Our dear lord wreathed therein
From the flesh-hold unsown
Bereft of the myriad cursings of bone

With each twist, it unlocks
As those in its folds that hath mocked
The benevolent lacquer unseals
Mounting to feverish rouse at each peal

I could scarcely be warned
In truth, I know not what there stalks
Rivaling Lamashtu's writ to deform
Undamning divinity from befouled wombs of the Box

Leviathan
Thy most blessed lament hoisted above
Awaiting, we sigh
Orgies vast; the apple of starved eyes
Depravity paved
Infertile and tasteless art thy craves
Thine heaven I bring

"Please no more tears. 'Tis a waste of suffering..."

And lo', now it must turn
Faceted with human woe
Totemic, the obelisk deathlessly churns
Its flesh-wrought obsidian; hollow as Hell's deepest cold

You'll find splendours within
Playgrounds of sickest delight
Bearer of pleasures beyond simple sin
Neither seraph nor daemon,
Yet bringing nigh-omniscient spite

"And to think, I hesitated..."