Clutching onto Bondage

Devour the young and their innocences, keeps the goddess alive.
I'm seeing figures in the night.
Born an animal. Innocence insidious.
Colossal in stroke.
Barking brambly and dreamily,
seemingly hard beheaded beforehand.
Bereavement of our time,
in fear of the primal eight,
we immortal demon kings.
Vasting on damnation.
Mortal congregation.
Clutching onto bondage.
Varnishing machine all that is vacant in humanity
calling out all error from humanity .
Colossal insignia, forsworn in charm spreads apart its flesh.
Winged goddess of Satan.
Take my final breath.