Mask Of Hate

a rotten apple core the shape of my mind rot charging up my vines
plodding in my brain i am
a slave to the portal of time in a mask of hate
i will never die if i can master the time hole

vldzr

you are lost in the vines see the face of black ice howl
your arms are locked by key your lungs pushing my trick device
inside
i need your mind to stay alive alive but chained alive to the waning light by one divided hair
shed at my emergence when your mind dies you are watching so terrified we are fucking

Mucus & Fire

coil of fat turning dirt burning black there is a white cloud in my wake follow my train of lard with thoughtful spiders threading my veins
touch the winding silver let the wrnlrd free open the gate waerleogan crawl to your leader and feed the bitch to the fire
now i have found the path she has spilled from her creeping unholy glands

wrnlrd

inverting the pathetic history of man with a voice soaked in blood the hair hangs long from your brow hate pools inside
your vision pulls against your knees your spine bends to the earth all of your thoughts turn to the odor of the sea
the shaking pain of the night nods against your gills ice pressed against your quivering brain
time unhooked from the golden wall between the dusted realms of hope and the spotless void beyond