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He became the swarm!

Indeed a pitiful imitation,

to the verge of a quiet glance,

an oracle without eyes.

Darkness, precious companion,

even thou can't see his face.

Salvation turned to bleed despair,

compassion fled.

Sadistic delight flowed,

like Hell burned brighter.

Existence woven into darkness,

prudence did fall.

In Satan's beauty,

life was found.

A flow of orgasmic fire,

swept through the cosmic night.

I enthroned darkness triumphant,

with the searing trident of the inferno.

Gaze towards the Heavens,

an you might catch a glimpse of me.