Iblís (The Lewd Mirror)

The wolves are damned.

The wolves are damned.

By frustration and despair,

implanted by the god of human disgrace.


They’ll never cry, they’ll never die,

always doomed and signed with lies.


The lamb’s prayers flying to crush.

The lamb’s faiths turned to dust.


Your Christ killed the sun,

your lord punished the beyond.


Our Moon lies as scrolled ice.

A perfect panorama for despite.


The wolves ascends from hell

The wolves ascends from lair.

Because angels of brainwashed heads,

are desexed through dogma’s spells.


Against the darkness of blinding light they fight,

eternally chaotic over the old egocentric god’s heart.
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Gena Lairss.

"Temptation of Saint Hilarion" by Dominique Papety.​