The Tricifixion of Swine
Every diseased man weeps with him They cry for his naked wounds Ordered to kneel and rejoice May the celestial faith be undisturbed Like the seasons sadness revolves Destiny plays the cruellest games The harshness of the frozen solstice Will melt into an infernal drought Twelve men dressed in red cloaks Twelve men dressed in black robes A choir of lustful virgins pray for a thousand joys Unflourished, sad and cursed A bouquet of depression lead them into lamentation Ritual of impurification Son of the Black Ram appears in the thundering mist
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Mice sip the clitoral discharge That drips in red from her stagnant slit On a silver tray she lays sodomized Her weeping face symbolizes mankind Norns take part in the espionage Some tell of the fruitful kingdoms Encircled by fantastic homages To devoted slaves of faith They have fallen from far above Unmasked to plunge into eternity A pond is filled with miraculous wines Deformed valkyries float about the prairie They have fallen from far above Unmasked to plunge into eternity Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits The scaffold stands tall in the town Bystanders faint in total disgust A demonic mass to follow The vivid decollation of God Kingdom of Poisoned Fruits
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025