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Leviathan Usa California San Francisco Tentacles Of Whorror

Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete The zenith of Reality's hood Where Infinity runs its course Deeply Satanic vapors seep once more inside, Your

A Collision of violent jagged stones of dead Beach and soft pale flesh and brittle bone The sun sets over the bloddy scene Her Screams of terror roll

An again the sea of wasted, wasted scent of Venus Venus casts down the decry Decry tainted spice red, red is the number of the spider Spider's web rehearsed

Hovering just above blind earth, To join with her mist Some never never embrace Reach and grasp this frost-bitten heart Stench and smoke bellow from

Take wings at Midnight, Under glimpses of a uncertain Moon Her thoughts become scarcely human, They infest and cloud her mind And she longs for this

With the fate of the muse unsure Assumed ambiguous in rust You depart toward death and war So obedient Back turned to the winter You fashion this direction