Luyện nghe bài hát Foetus God

Foetus god in silence
a bastard for us to believe
of gen collage
in sombre involution

Foetus god of the Diine
latent rape of wet, womb
man-made myth to blunt in
the vilest offence of five

Undone miracles to come
rise of slave thought
the light its dawn can shed
is from burnt and shimmering greed

Thine is not the
no trace of I see
no to expect
a seed of claws your lips

As pure wit turns into
we, of Truth, ex and devour
manifested in twisted images
astrally hunted in shadow and

holy shiftless godsend meat
I bet you to this psalm of me

Sweet holy shiftless meat
I bet you listen to this of me
by little, one by one
the thorns become the crown

is not the Kingdom
no of strength I see
no Mercy to
a seed of claws upon lips