Apotheosis.

We gather here today to rejoice
In the glory of chthonic voice
Let us unite our kin
In this wicked doctrine
Watch the bodies pile up
You have a singular duty
To rid the earth of its beauty
And channel the blood into thy cup
So kill
Everyone you know
Then kill
Yourself suitably slow
Perform the rite of libation
So i can rise to power then become god



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Writer(s): Matthew Oien
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