Sep 7, 2018
O’ I praise your dead eyes all strung out in decay. A spirit in black that just lingers for days. Black alters in bone orchards is the ritual before the hunt, and her womb spew forth blasphemy. Cuz Hells’ hungry. Like the wounds upon my brow. My God are the words that echo down my throat. He lives in my head and travels down my veins. So sing an acrid lullaby once again. Cuz Hells’ hungry and the father of rot breathes upon us all in the wake of our end. Blind in the boonies, I carved my name in her belly. Just so she’d know where she’d been. #paulycreepo #voodoogospel #murderfolk #SatanicMurderFolk #hellshungry #ritualkillings https://www.instagram.com/p/BnaMcPUFaOk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yfl8kpipv099
