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from Iconography of Suffering by Bethledeign

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A forest of impaled souls so dark and deep
Depraved and tormented woods resound with hellish cries
Sanguinary sap leaks forth from tattered bodies aloft
And trickles slowly to the soil, decayed and rusted

No breath is drawn in this place, nor does a pulse give hint of any life
Sunlight is totally absent, no warmth to cauterize this mire of gore
Gore

Carrion crows weep their dirge into hollow ears of souls departed
Putrid stench of thousands here, fallen from grace
The flesh is so easily run through, orgasmic in its horrific nature
At my table I enjoy the feast of sickness
This abominable spectacle before me
My eyes bleed

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from Iconography of Suffering, released December 13, 2019

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