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WENDIGO : EXTIRPATION AESTHETIC

Instruments aligned in compulsive precision
In my head, a barathrum, a primal fixation
Your shell is malleable, I will show you why
Like amputating gangrenous stigmas bled dry
Let this flesh not be devoured by rot adorned
Ithyphallic, your cracked septic cunt shall be torn
Icteritious, the abraised chasm of innocence pilfered
A maniacal masquerade, this unquenchable thirst

Carnal, abhorrent, extirpation aesthetic
Cadaverous colours of which I�ve abused
The plague in my eyes see the fruit in you still
Now these gloves will be stained in amniotic hues

You sat idly by, split by phallus of the goat
A marionette to the will of sadistic overture
Blood shines through supple flogged breast
Pulled further into the depths that you nurtured

Here I am, the goat in flesh
Consumer of all addictions
In putridity I linger, the throbbing usurper
Gluttonously masticating your despair

Leather-bound atrophic limbs struggle
Manipulated into the vacuum of obnubilation
Constricted erasure, erect idolatry imbued
Descent onto the spike of intestinal penetration
Choking on the marrow of depravity enshrined
A bone throne for incestualized concubine
Anatomy is of scorn and malice and pleasure
As your spine is bare to comply to my tether

Impaled you are, as you hang from the ceiling
Progeny of my satyriatic fulfillment
Entombed by your own filth
But a husk of what you once were