"Feeding's of Meat for the Caul: (Flagellantism in the days of Dies Sanguinis)"

Beginning of the Testament of,

"The Ascension of Luciferous
   by the Incantations of the
              Wyzards"


"In my days of Flagellation,
   through arcane practices
 and meticulous manscaping,
        I shave the external,
burdensome mans exoskeleton
 that enslaves, weighted-down
 and supplied by the innervate
  pulses of the supernal, until
from them severed, I exhumed,
 inhale, exhale... breath-in the
earth's prevalent omnipresent
               essence...

"Blessed Be, Dies Sanguinis"
  

Fuck the blame; fuck the masses
    and there putrid feedings...
                frenzied

   (they make my head tipsy)

      Fuck the contracts and
    the corporate pigs greedy

      (they're all demeaning)

I've got to eat but they only want
to eat me; on my soul they feast
              unknowingly

(well mother-fuckers, you wanted this,
              fucking eat me)

    I just want to Bleed; my soul
     leaks-out and through this
                   I weep

     You want to see them flow
   from my eyes, well you won't;
   just hear the sound of what I
      write deep in your cores
     sleeping but tangible soul

   You want to know how deep
  are their wells, well then, hear
   my blood flow then go to Hel

 (meet me there; meet me here)

My feelings are changing within;
 don't know where they'll begin
             and I'll end

 Or where ending, I ascend and
   yourselves descend... you'll
              determine

 Urges, thoughts forming; more
    and more easily I'm feeling
     comfortable by this world
                    worn

  The darkness within through
 your subcutaneous skin is now
showing; as I delve deeper in, it
             is out seeping...

              It's bleeding

 It's bleeding from me; out of my
soul it leaks-out and through this
                    I weep

But don't go and become empathetic
and disconcerted thinking to save me;

 (that delusion is not buying into me)
    
    cause this bloodletting of which I
  speak is meat for the caul; let it be
written in the physical... need this be

       Because I just want to breath;
  been beneath the firmaments of this
  earths eons of separating waters for
ages to long... in this cage I groan and
this for I long...

To ascend from the depths and breath;
to ascend from the bowels and breed in
   this atmosphere; to become and to...

                     Fucking...

             Bleed; my soul
     leaks-out and through this
                   I weep

     You want to see them flow
   from my eyes, well you won't;
   just hear the sound of what I
                     write

   You want to know how deep
  are their wells, well then, hear
   my blood flow then go to Hel

 (meet me there; meet me here)

 In the origins of the beginnings

          of "Dies Sanguinis"

 Heretofore I wasn't released but
                      now...

                       I'm

                   Bleeding

 It's bleeding from me; out of my
soul it leaks-out and through this
                    I weep

But don't go and become empathetic
and disconcerted thinking to save me;

 (that delusion is not buying into me)
    
    cause this bloodletting of which I
  speak is meat for the caul; let it be
written in the physical... need this be...

     In the origins of the beginnings

               of "Dies Sanguinis"