Teloch

Life Crusified

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Long lost into the serpents spiral.
Beaten and Crippled.
Left to crawl and to wither.
Cursed to die and be reborn each dawn that riseth...
Untill the dusk of existence!

Doomed to wonder,in eternal strife.
Her womb a raging void..
The Infant on her bossom,long dead
From its dead cold eyes,reflect horrors yet to come!

A cross made of torn skin and rotting flesh.
Eternal torture device,your crusifix holds
Forever hanging in the corner of time!