Labyrinth


Where God works the serpent slithers be the sacrificial lamb
or be the puppet delve into your desires laugh your laughs
smile your
devilish smiles immerce yourself in your new life source.
sweet it is,
till the paints of bliss water
till the essence of your path shows
and your marionettist no longer hides
or slithers buts sits before you
teeth bared
aroused and satisfied
watching as you drink his secrements of Degeneracy.
Then youll claw and crawl drunk in sin
Indefinitely trapped in your own labyrinth. REJOICE.
Your earthly kingdom has come.

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