Natasha Hyp
Do you hear them calling from beyond?As a foulness ye shall know themAs a foulness thou knowest thyselfFreed from the shackles of moralityAnd long long gone is the need for scienceThrough the wakening of the beast withinOh did you not rejoice?When you felt the power... the power in your mindNo longer confined to nocturnal solitudeWalk among the herdMold them as you wishIn images of unearthly bizarrerieDo you hear them calling from beyond?Sculptor of fleshArchitect of abominationMold the living flesh like claySculptor of fleshWarp the worldTo your linkingAnd then the sun will setAnd no new day will rise on humanityWill you grieve for them?Will the lack of their bleating cacophonyStrike a note within?Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christFor your deed was long overdue