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Ruins of monuments and foetal carcasses line the continents.
Continuously crawling from the mouth of the abyss, my minions, vicious ingesting.
They have come to conquer the ♥♥♥♥ and slay the offspring.
Harvesting the land of putridity, harnessing its treacherous essence.
Aroused by the extermination: I, the apocalypse inseminator.
Bow to my infestation; the era of infant annihilation.
The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon.
The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness.
The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains,
Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers.
Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth,
Slaved harlots by my side sliding down my colossal ♥♥♥♥.
The conveyor belt descending the monolithic manor bearing the birthspawn of I,
The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch.
Perched upon my throne, foetal limbs falling from my teeth,
The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains,
Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers.
The last great pharaoh to this bloodline of rape.
A ruinous prophecy of blasphemous paedophilic triumph.
We freely fondle and defile the desperate descendants.
The angelic servants disfigured and maimed beyond all recognition or hope.
Behold these fragile boys...
They have seen too few winters to form their own regret,
But their pain and desperation is hideously apparent.
The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon.
The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness.
Behold – Blasphemian.
Infant annihilation.