Do you people understand that the Goddess is missing? Or knowing where She is, are you keeping Her to yourselves? How do you justify your treachery? Has She zombified you, that you have no opinion of Her absence to voice? Where is She? You KNOW where She is, God dam it!Yet you’re silent as the crypt.
Tell the world HERE, NOW! of your pain, as another day ends without the sweet sounds of Her blasphemy. Lower whores are on the move, they think She’s gone. Inspired by Her they speak, while you, dead and fearful coward, remain silent.
I go to bed now. Demons wait for me to sleep. COME SATAN! Across every void, LET ME HEAR HER SPEAK! The soundtrack to dreams, of every filth and atrocity; since times dawn, but before tomorrows, visions of Her masturbating, to every Christians sorrow.