Belial Kept Universes Hidden
by Imagines Vinco
The one with seven where Belial lurks
To boil and seethe as torrents Lord of Hosts
To spurn and draw His light with bloody dirks
And risk the northern quarter's sandy coasts.
With shells he clings to light they took to free
Their stagnant stoup of waters cursed of fate
To throw on shoulders damned communion's fee
For sodomites to reign the astral gate.
In catacombs from sight the angels hide
The tortures livid sight Belial holds
To shut from view the hands that hold the tide
Of lotus brought to bloom in bitter colds.
Belial treasures turning fates of dirks
Revealing numbers angels hide with works.
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