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Ritual flame devours the night,

inverted psalms echo through bone.

The sacred is filth—the divine, obscene.

Eyes wide in ecstatic dread,

kiss the wound of uncreation.

This altar is no place of prayer—but a gate to inward oblivion.

Lacerate the veil with sacred lust,

the tongue speaks in tongues of rot.

No heaven, no light—

only the sacred scream of flesh denied.

A crown of nerves, crowned in silence,

bleeds the path of divine ruin.

Erect the temple with carrion bricks,

each stone an oath of desecration.

The god you find within

wears no face, knows no mercy—only hunger.