Metousiosis
The phantasm's chthonic aura
Is traumatized by the sullied scars
Of the defiled bigotry's ulcer
Spreading the pity of its living
Calcified by the pestilential chrisom
Forced to be drowned in the impure ablution
Oxidized by the cankerous myrrh
Denominations of the unsound doctrine
Sustained forever by the barbed vexation
Ruination of the esoteric self
Tied by the pale and penetrable veil
The burden is to be carried no more
Incision and drainage of the holy one
Ravenous for its desirable deportation
Holy blood turns into slime
No further contamination of the emetic and corrosive bread
The scent of the inner revival
Is of the white lily's aroma
Planted deep in the soul's spectrum
And purifies all the stench of putrefaction
Swarms of locusts obscure the decayed light
Massive radius of hopes brightly shine
I finally begin to feel alive
The glorious majesty of libertine exemption
Indignantly blasters from within
For its expulsion from the narrow ostium
Proudly voiding its foul confinement
I am my own ghostly saviour
For I shall speak the repellent truth
The book of lies is burned
Metousiosis is now at hand
Is traumatized by the sullied scars
Of the defiled bigotry's ulcer
Spreading the pity of its living
Calcified by the pestilential chrisom
Forced to be drowned in the impure ablution
Oxidized by the cankerous myrrh
Denominations of the unsound doctrine
Sustained forever by the barbed vexation
Ruination of the esoteric self
Tied by the pale and penetrable veil
The burden is to be carried no more
Incision and drainage of the holy one
Ravenous for its desirable deportation
Holy blood turns into slime
No further contamination of the emetic and corrosive bread
The scent of the inner revival
Is of the white lily's aroma
Planted deep in the soul's spectrum
And purifies all the stench of putrefaction
Swarms of locusts obscure the decayed light
Massive radius of hopes brightly shine
I finally begin to feel alive
The glorious majesty of libertine exemption
Indignantly blasters from within
For its expulsion from the narrow ostium
Proudly voiding its foul confinement
I am my own ghostly saviour
For I shall speak the repellent truth
The book of lies is burned
Metousiosis is now at hand
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