FALSE-SAVIOUR

Blood, which was once a symbol of redemption, is polluted now a river that flows continually . . .

Now lays aeturnum a calculated cruel metaphor for endless suffering deserved . . .

astral parasites & worms writhe never to die, crawlling incessantly over the False-Savior's skin, slowly devouring his many magian masks one by one.

Infernos of entropic euphoria eternally consumes the ruins of those who wander through them, in an endless chao-cycle of destruction:

A tragicomedy of endless agony pointing and twisting evermore bound by no limits where time is no longer but

A constant torture. . .

-The aim of Thy DEVIL is clear:

CREATION OV HELL UPON EARTH!

HELLFIRE UPON HINNOM!

GLORY AT GEHENNAS GATES!

TRIUMPHANT AS TOPHETIC TYRANTS,

UNTO THE WAYS OV GOG & MAGOG!

GLORY BE TO DIABOLOS & REMEMBER: GLORY BE UNTO THYSELF!