mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai

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bring your offerings before me! your burnt flesh, your ripe fruits! come to me cain & abel, caine & able, & offer me victim & culprit! what i mean to say is, i am a spiteful god today, flatbush! you had better stagger in ready to have your heart ripped out in the service of fiat nyx, nyx invictus. i am in no mood! i am hungry in the furnaces of my body & i rail for blood to temper my terrible weapons. bones to sharpen my teeth upon. this is no mere trifle! the avatar of the age of iron is upon you! this thirst of hate is quenched only by cruelty so step into my parlor, o beezlebub.
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