Mother Of Abominations

"Ia, Ia,
Cthulhu fhtagn..."

Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill
smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel.
A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied,
I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide.

Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence,
never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines.
Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence,
darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black.

Instrumental in stripping Gods
to neuter and mute their staves,
thereafter her laughter shalt
sound aloft their future graves.

Heavens above fear the gorgon
eyes of a new moon rising,
expect no love when she enters
your golden halls.

Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness,
clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication.
Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations
seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack.

Mother of Abominations,
our Lady Overkill smothering the
congregation, licks the royal milk!

The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel,
seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal.
Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel,
dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield.

Instrumental in stripping Gods
to neuter and lash her slaves,
thereafter her laughter shalt
sound aloft the crashing waves.

Heaven's above fear the gorgon
eyes of a new caste rising,
expect no love when they enter
your golden halls.

On sanguine floods hear the
foregone cries of the last surviving,
skewered like doves outside
the wailing walls.