VIII. Corpse Wood Reflections.

God is never powerful, Evil is ever ours, Indulge, its not a compulsion. Let the church, im-purify my house, Let my house be The Church Of Satan, Without the help of God, Paint my death, my pains that never end. Children of white, trying to get grey, Darkness doesn’t belong to them, This is whatContinue reading “VIII. Corpse Wood Reflections.”