Merknet - Timelessness
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Under the sorrow of the robes of the plexus of the spheres of timelessness
The intoxication of the great dead child with water from dead bowls

Taking your hand from rest, the scaffold languishes in anticipation of your blood and the head flying off your shoulder!
Get on the scaffold!With the knowledge of the poison of the cry that will bewitch all who in languor yearn for your death!
Give the light of the omniscient of destruction and collapse to the cup, the blessing of the Serpent is rewarded with brilliance, the righteous voice of the path
And put to the flame of His word

In the death of children is the blessing of his will, just as in the crying of mothers his name is sung
The wasteland of the dispossessed, I am the grace to bestow upon him

For he is destruction and dust to all flesh, to every adversary who thirsts for all flesh.
And decay, under the mouth of the spirit of the abyss, bowed

From the beginning, like a halo of sleeping paths, to the embryo of an old man in the waters
Overgrown with scales from the feet, the threads of the face were woven in the damp wombs
Lying on the dusty expanse sleeping
Drank water from the tracks of past chariots
Covered with the ashes of the glitter of eyes, looking from the heights, bearing the sign of a bird of clumps of faces

Wake up, break through the pleura of fallen eras
And spit out the waters of all those who perished from the rootlessness of the seas!
You made your way out and fell asleep. After sunset, you took a breath.
Like throwing off a shroud, throwing away myriads of bodies of timelessness to decay!

Out loud!To the fullest!
Mutilating the sky with the cry of maddened strongholds!
Drink!Through the scream, choking on the black plasma of liquid bodies!
Without seeing the edge of the bowl that has absorbed the liquid of corpses
From the riverbed from the havens of flies and eunuchs moaning in hunger
Those who, during prayers, opening their mouths dropped the ligature of rotting flesh
Sprinkle the emptiness of the firmament!Rising on spears!
Greedily absorbing the cold steel of the tip into the flesh!
You are exalted!Just survive the expiration!Shout!And sing about the heat of acrid pain!
You are exalted!Above the firmament there are a hundred teeth of the spearhead of banners!
While paving the paths of the procession of your guides carrying you with blood, do not die!
Breathe!Even if the flame creeps into your throat like a liquid stone!
Carrying to the foot of the shining temple of the face of the face
Blessed, crucified, torn to pieces, exalted. Don't die!Drink up the dregs of lives!
From the cups of destruction, all who died in fire

The scales squeak swaying on the dry palms of the wind
In their bowls there is darkness, covering the departed along the way, voices
And the bell will roar, piercing the sky with cracks of the spectrum of plexus of threads, roots entangling dusty eyes
Without a past Beyond the great Void

Erupting in a stream of plasma, from the ulcers of the bark of the rotten tree of the world
The crackle of boiling, merging into a languid voice, will cover the sphere of the pulse of all sources of radiance with a robe of curse
From the beginning, she will grow up to be an old woman with hooked branches of rotting hands!
That taking away from the water the wombs of fruits that do not yet know consciousness
He will keep their hosts in his bag, so that after the end of their bodies he can feed the beaks of the ancient flocks that devour light and air.