Convulse (Words Of Power) III
"Let the poison resonate"
Welling the words from hate
No sign of the divine
Not a shred left behind
The shape that's beheld
All but evil expelled
Force - fueled by martyrs and fallen
Virile - to mold the form to demon
Effete - creation by womb so barren
Genesis - pillar and chalice inception
Oceans of tar forth the formula
A current of lifeless magma
Choking your divinity, foul larva
Carnage composed into militia
A nebulous swells from the omega
"Now to create my apocrypha"
Mire deepens
Winds of creation
