I Call Destruction Upon This World

  Upon a moonless throne 
I call desecration,

A sacrosanct night was crushed under a vile separation. 

Submitting to the will of the cacodemonic kinds,
Relishing the come of their specious prime. 

Holistic bindings on their pernicious art,
A predominant distortion overwhelmingly assaults. 

Propagating a pulse in the horde of corpse,
Clandestine Offerings performed under the umbra of norse. 

Un-manacled in the odor of doom,
Terminal visions through the orbs of the exhumed. 

  © Aniket More 


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