Blasphemy
The monk who was eaten by a demon
Thought to be dead devoured even devoid
Lost in a void
Until GOD said return
Deep within the vampire began to burn
A holy desire it begins to yearn
But not without the aid of her
Blood like frankincense
hem like myrrh
love so complete
love so pure
melting the phlegm,
sweeping the dead fir
He arose a rose breaking through concreate
a crown of thrones dripping at his feet
overpowering the oppressor
from the inside out
Becoming one with the shadow
one with oneself
The perfection of all things
Continues as a ring
A snake eating its tale
This traveler on a trail
A path, a purpose, a power
Duality
Identity
About the Creator
Hollow Paradice
Hollow be thy name thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in Paradice.
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