In this piece of history, this fragile and moldy piece of paper I keep fragments of the past memories aged in rancid wine, purulent to this place, poisonous in intonation, I live secluded in this place called catacomb, my ritual chamber...
My gadgets are bones that they decorate with burning phosphorus, among them my shadow appear, assembled into the twisted psyche of a malicious but intelligent spectrum, removed from mortality and the mundane, visionary and chosen in a modern world...
What a piece of shit...
Twisted psyche of a malicious but intelligent spectrum, removed from mortality.
Secrets of the intoxicated murder...
(Rancid fragments collected from the horror of flesh and blood could by the years of permeability between the rubble and the swamp as a ritual chamber).
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