Enthroned - Nerxiarxin Mahathallah

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Hear your child!
Born of a voice untimely
The echo of men’s ordure
Dropped in a wood consciously
Nurturers!
What do you want from me?
I shall bring thee to honour
When thou dost embrace me
«Bringest me my due» as thou sayest
I will not bring it to thee!
Ask me not, what thou canst not learn from me
I am she who reflects unto thee!
I am Deception
I deceive and weave
Thoth-out-Thoth
I whet and excite heresies
Thoth-out-Thoth
«Bringest me my due» as thou sayest
I will not bring it to thee!
Ask me not, for thou canst not learn from me
I am she who reflects unto thee!
Slithering…
Towards a lonely logic truth
I cause you unworthy to scatter and fall
I shall bring you a well deserve misery!
Yk Nerxiarxin Mahathallah!
Thus spoke Machaloth