The Plague of Our Making

The dawn of evil approaches
the darkness of coming night
The dusk of mankind's reign over the Earth
The time for destruction to rule again

Stormy seas throw ravenous torrents
of water into the air
with no ship alive to prosper
under this domination

...Whilst lusting nymphs parade the skies
hunting humans to fuck then fry
their nubile grace and skin so pure
drove hordes of men and women wild (through) overture

Bathykolpian sculptures of finesse
were soon to tempt the upper echelons
everyone swept - King through Countess
of everywhere - R'lyeh, Thessaly and Somme

Baphomet, Belial, Leviathan, Lucifer
I command thee to defend
this Earth on fire
Through our self inflicted wrath
We plead for your help.
Princes of Darkness
help us now
against this plague of our Making.

Oh how the desperate shrieks cry out
Grinding bonesaw through the chest
spatters gobbets of blood over
the luscious nymph's breasts

Lustmord hath fallen like a shroud
over the Earth

Fuelled by desire of their caress
the sweet taste of lips on their breasts
creeps slowly down towards the event horizon

The tongue flies across her labia
the muscles do tighten her thighs
she gasps out for air as passions ensnared
the new found love in her eyes

The agent of Khaos
newly envowed
did labour intense for her goal
That one sweet moment
of unbridled lust
had taken from her eyes the blindfold

She plotted the demise
daring reprise
for all she did not destroy

Now free of her chains
she paraded her freedom
now not knowing how
others would se her.
The new saviour
a defector no less
walked free - stripped bare
o'er the Earth.