I am not what I seem to be This flesh is not reality In some fantasy it may be cookies to go with the wine In a dream it could be a rigid phallus inside of you Silently through lifeless corridors One where feces lie scattered, one where the seeds of thousand saints burn and suffer the agonies of the damned Within you, beaten, whipped, so intensely fucked I infect you with death And when you swallow me, drinking the wine of insanity Collapse into sickening divinity I am the true god, I am superman, I am silent, I am invisible, I am the shadow of a shadow I am unspoken, I am unsung, unseen I am in your head, but I have never been I am a reflection from a shattered looking glass I am god I am nothing, I am the devil in your flesh And I am the whimper of the whipped beast
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