Panzerfaust - The Faustian Pact

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Vanquished ground
From birth till rigor mortis
The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole
Descension bound
Where lust defines the order
Till the mass grave that sends the defeated man to the madhouse
And a testament to his ruin;
Absent the fruits of patient toil
He will never lick the wounds
a disease that heightens the senses
In a world of sin, of shit — but in schism —
One gets harder in time
And if destruction be our lot, be it the glory of the slaves
Vanquished ground
From birth till rigor mortis
The vultures damn the hive to the wreaking hole
Descension bound
Where lust defines the order
Voidward shines the suns of perdition
Yetzer Hara — Yetzer Hara — Yetzer Hara
Victor or vanquished
What defines loss?
Twisted in irony;
Encroaching manifest destiny
The sick divine glory
infinitesimal trappings
Weaponize the ages
The Faustian pact is all that the ground may give back. And bound by it’s own
gaze, was lost and all that the sun made was cast on their iron graves