He rides the hundred Pegasus
Pegasus with black tail of fire
Descendent from the hell abyss
To ruin the eye of the beholder
His eyes are made to see the truth
His arms are made to form stars
That glistening above the existing sun
And his strength is made to crucify the prophet of human flesh
Left not even a soul
As he sees the dead as clear as Izrael
O my Mighty Asmodai
Bring us the secrecy of life
Holiness of soul
I sacrifice thee my verses of lust
Converse these words to blood
And sweat
I sacrifice the virgin’s skins
To be tasted and licked
As a merely gift
That lies under thee divine feet
We are nothing but a servant
To my Highness
Mighty Asmodai
08.04.08
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