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"The Approach of Kali, (Thanatos is Aroused because of Thee)."
The days will come when all will see
Oh, they'll come and we'll all believe;
Even if we don't believe, the days will
still come and we'll all surely grieve
Hopefully the winds will turn and blow in
a different direction and we'll be spared
the annihilation; but I'm preparing for the
utter ending of all of (un)civilization
Not Prophetic uttering's of which I speak,
but the futures looking kind of fucking
bleak
Even now Shiva draws nigh, ready to lead
the world into the destruction of the false
illusions that we've all nodded-off into
It is though through necessity that this has
to be
If Apocalypse does not come then all we
only face is absolute ruin
(A world where once all things were good
and possible but is now only fucked and
not tillable to the plow)
But the ruin; the ruin is to prune and to trim
all of the wasting-away of all of the
worthlessness that we've in this form
become
Cause now only the stench of death upon us
rests so that we now only suffocate from its
putrid stench
So now the world needs to sleep; to sleep and
and to rest; until the purging has passed-over
and renewed all things unto something that
is better than this
Until it in a place where never again is brought-up
all of this hatred and plague of man, is balanced
within
Oh, at the first we'll definitely wish that Thanatos,
whom is on the verge of coming, had never been
disturbed; but now, Her thirst is instigated and
will not be quenched until it's sated
"Mortem et Hel excitantur ad graue ueneficium
hominis contemplationes
Oh Thanatos utero tuo sunt in motu ab meddlings;
Nunc et gemitu non ferens donec accipiat pro
transgressione plicium"
"Death and Hel are stirred at the conjuring of man's
contemplation's
Oh Thanatos your bowels are in motion from their
meddlings; and now your disquietness will not go
unrequited until he receive for his transgression"
Oh, they'll come and we'll all believe;
Even if we don't believe, the days will
still come and we'll all surely grieve
Hopefully the winds will turn and blow in
a different direction and we'll be spared
the annihilation; but I'm preparing for the
utter ending of all of (un)civilization
Not Prophetic uttering's of which I speak,
but the futures looking kind of fucking
bleak
Even now Shiva draws nigh, ready to lead
the world into the destruction of the false
illusions that we've all nodded-off into
It is though through necessity that this has
to be
If Apocalypse does not come then all we
only face is absolute ruin
(A world where once all things were good
and possible but is now only fucked and
not tillable to the plow)
But the ruin; the ruin is to prune and to trim
all of the wasting-away of all of the
worthlessness that we've in this form
become
Cause now only the stench of death upon us
rests so that we now only suffocate from its
putrid stench
So now the world needs to sleep; to sleep and
and to rest; until the purging has passed-over
and renewed all things unto something that
is better than this
Until it in a place where never again is brought-up
all of this hatred and plague of man, is balanced
within
Oh, at the first we'll definitely wish that Thanatos,
whom is on the verge of coming, had never been
disturbed; but now, Her thirst is instigated and
will not be quenched until it's sated
"Mortem et Hel excitantur ad graue ueneficium
hominis contemplationes
Oh Thanatos utero tuo sunt in motu ab meddlings;
Nunc et gemitu non ferens donec accipiat pro
transgressione plicium"
"Death and Hel are stirred at the conjuring of man's
contemplation's
Oh Thanatos your bowels are in motion from their
meddlings; and now your disquietness will not go
unrequited until he receive for his transgression"
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