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Self-exiled, righteous whores and heretics

Delirium here upon spoiled throne of salt and shit

If gods not dead, then he's fucking sick

Bearing worn chalice of poison and politic

Depths to plunge with stale and sagging breath

And rancid heart burns with pure delight

A void dragged through ugly sleepless night

Cause I'm fucking empty

Like god

I'm fucking sick

Vortex of Leviathanian might

Placental crust upon the blight

Worthless krill to yawping maw

Down clogged and noxious throat

In the belly of our beast

With thumbs deep in eye-sockets, we can see

Gnarled hands upon the swollen throats

Our one true love to call us home

Deaf through another graven year

Scraping knuckles in the gutters of fear

I'll still be treading this filthy muck

Feverishly waiting for the floods