O lurid, luminescent womb, burst forth
let the golden blood flow, as the froth obscures the lustful teeth of the hounds,
and crying children revel in the putrid lather; the half breed bastards, sired of rituals unspoken,
cursing God that the shrieks of such abominations
should poison even the ears of the damned.They are not human kind,
but feral animals painted as man.

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