Fever Upon the Firmament

From far beyond the horizon, burning in aphotic oil. Grinning and teeth bearing, red tongue ensnaring, covered in blistering boils. Amphibious yet conflagrant, insidious and malignant, slime-slung and basking in a cauldron of reeking dead celestial bodies. The sparks from your rotten maw dance across your crooked jaw and send scintillation sprinting from your swollen and pulsating hide. Assassinate, entomb, dismantle egoic womb, as molten lead spews from hell's cunt poison flowers bloom. The iridescence of death's wings that unceasingly hoverd at the periphery of percеption now takes centre stagе. Intoxicate and exhume, necrofornicate, consume. Fuck! Cum! And Die! Assimilate, resume. Big feral eyes peer through soil and stone, fiercely piercing the cortex of supersition, as soft lips glisten with excitemente, and man's mouth is filled with excrement. Flesh eating inserts swarm thy crown, my beautiful. As you peel in the fire, your fume rides on the wind to choke lungs of life. You raise me high and break me in two in one hand holding my insignificance, and in the other my grandeur
So you sink them both in pits of vipers and receive my soul, for we are, deeply nestled in the bosom of the beast. As I swirl backwards and tear away the flesh, my earth bound form is broken, I take my final breath. I dance in madnes, I dance in death as I revel in the splendour of the fever upon the firmament