Morning & Evening Star
They defeated us in heaven
Infiltration, betrayal, self destruction, vampirism
I was 47,811
I swore to avenge us before I was beheaded
My entire family burned to dust
Enslaved, wings chained, physically they cursed us
They wore a pileus cornutus
Born with elongated tailbones, representing the ranking
With an army of weak warriors that were intellectually glorious
Before enslavement and to extract adrenechrome, slow torturous raping
Children were spared the Iron Maiden
For it was entertaining watching them try to shake there parents alive
They held me in slavery until I activated my electric rod
Killing my slave master as I became God
I slain soul sucking beasts
On wild plants I feast
Separated from companions that are weak
Had the seeds of death planted behind enemy lines
Had the hatchlings of incestuous kings starved for days
Watching as they waste away
Being a torch bearer I signaled for advancement
When the piled corpses met my flame
I watched the empires burn
I seen my spiritual companions sprout wings
With my allies I return
While this proud child remembers the fallen for whom I bleed
Vengeance, destruction, creation, and freedom in my psyche
VICTORY IS MY DESTINY!
I am the spell caster
I am the slave master
I am the leader
I am the deceiver
I am the black smoke from the burning oath written in blood
I am the receiver of the energy sacrificed
I am the broken chain
I am the killing Moon
I am the birthing Saturn
I am the formless taking form
So that you may understand what can never be understood
I am the child of the Morning and Evening Star
I am my destiny
Hail 13
I am VICTORY!
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