Azaz'el's Song

Dennis L. Siluk

I have no old gifts for thee
No perfumes or Vampric words:
Only my hate that storms in me
Like the fires in the halls of hell
Whence the soul follows beyond the earth.

Ye, likened to the moon and sunrise
We are slaves to lustful illume ways
In the valley of sacred multiorgasmic
We have seduced the women of earth
And given birth to hybrid Nephilm.

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