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Gehennus Rubrum Fluvium
06:30
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Who felt coldness upon his frozen shoulders?
Quest befell upon an unequivocal beholder.
Garden muffled them into the river,
Sank the blondes, the brunette, as the red-head shivered.
An isthmus broken by the Red on either side,
They then shared the color from ones alive.
“There is no warmth,” the Garden would whisper,
“In the Red, where I left your sisters.”
“They were alone where I drowned their bones,
And Gehenna will make you eodem.”
And she lashed and she sputtered,
But it was never enough.
This pura puellae was in a breathless trough.
Soon, she was whom the water slaughtered.
She’s the fourth, but where’s the fifth?
Who else could be good for the bid?
But in the winter the gardens do die.
Frozen water does drown them out.
Amias was considered to be amiss.
And soon, from Gehenna, was he absent.
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What light left me
When I became a retention?
Flesh is left,
All else theft.
And I fell into succession.
Was it Sodom or Gomorrah
That gave my apotheosis?
Sickle trajectory,
Sinning refectory.
Basilisk did defect this.
It’s dark here, where is my god?
What iniquity do I hold
That made the Sprouting virtuous?
I felt a pang that echoes through ages.
It ends through me.
May I have such luck
To bring my last aria?
Operatic suspension,
Animalistic penchant.
And I could make such loudness,
It lastly yelled, “I am Maloria.”
Infections in my psyche,
Eyes that look upon you with sickness.
Oculus malady,
Anima epoxy.
Ill gardens ingested,
Despite their thickness.
It’s dark here, where is my god?
What iniquity do I hold
That made the Sprouting virtuous?
I felt a pang that echoes through ages.
It ends through me.
The Sprouting; who is Amias?
He said, “You’re confectionary,”
Laughed, scorned, then showed me Gehenna.
He, this pang of which echoes through ages.
It ends through me.
The fifth ends through me.
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Vimalorias
08:06
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Please take off my skin
I don't want to hurt God's daughter.
My hands are being false,
Practitioners of phantoms.
What verbal screams I hear,
They may as well be from me.
I can feel your skin.
I can feel your nerves.
God, please salt the garden.
I can feel the river.
I can feel her drown.
Forever.
Oh, Elizabeth...
Hallowed are you,
The innocence you held.
Forever lost,
Forever mine,
Forever gone.
In Gehenna.
Forever mine...
I'm the sanctity
That Christened this river
As red flows through.
Sanguine signs
Show my plight.
I am God
In Gehenna.
Forever mine...
Sweet Maloria.
I will take you, too.
The fifth turned sixth.
Become one.
Breathe the water.
Lovely Maloria,
Forever beautiful.
Forever mine.
And the light I see,
What death took from me.
A calloused wound of mine
Scraped along the flesh in eyes.
And with answers in my triggers,
I fled this world through this river.
These six of girls I used as tome,
To send me to Gehenna - home.
And home they took upon this place,
And I screamed when their light hit my face.
A sanctity I was,
But death I can't escape...
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Inclusi Rubrum
04:17
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[Prayer to Saint Michael]
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Anima Epoxy
02:06
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Let light live in
Desolate overpass.
I'm not nothing if not
Overlord.
If you can say my name
Without diseasing end,
Then I am king
And God damn my name.
With blood drenched words
I hear you speak.
You say, "Let the calf sing,"
But I heed no voice.
I let you stay in your
Shrouded veil.
Upon etched words,
God damns my name.
I emptied this river
Into bruised hands,
With fatal knock back
I have sinned...
Lord, you can't condemn me,
I'm above that.
I won't repent,
So just damn my name.
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