The switches turn on in the night.
It's blasphemy! It's terrifying!
I am certain!
The cesspool stench with horror
things.
This is corpses! This is flesh!
I see clot blood.
Near this house I lose hope
Not only on the life but and on the own
grave.
I came on the light.
The door has opened and I was
Caught by my hair and tied
To the sacrificial post.
Dissmissed
sadist.
He practised medicine
In past. Now and all last
Days he feel melancholy.
He was sadist and then dismissed.
I'm
feeling fear.
The shaggy hair lies on arms.
Angry face. Hungry eyes.
Incarnation of beast.
The dirty fingers feel my
torso.
Crasy gay! Who are you?
Inborn monstr.
And then he told me history
About he. Now I can see
Suffocation and
Why he
lives at this hidden place.
From the childhood he must
Took part in the wars.
He is just ill, invalid.
Crasy man. His brain is
dead.
He was killed by our hands.
This is beast look like priest.
It's slavery, war.
It's depenclence from the kill.
Salary
by work - it's sourse of evil.
Lightly to kill for your own master.
Assembly of leaders utter loud laughter.
Bodies hang on iron
thorns
Piersing bloodless flesh.
Bily-pusy defecations
Drop down from gashes
In their stomachs.
This is an illusory
story.
The story of the damned.
Temples are demolished and
Altars are profaned.
This is a blasphemous story.
The story of
dismissed.
My obsessive thoughts turn in reality.
Mutilated corpses swing
On the rusty hooks
Drove in their gory
sockets.
Only black winds blows.