Seed

Darkness invades you,

as I thrust myself inside,

planting my seed like a fertile woman takes man’s spawn,

the warmth of it,

fills your very being,

then I tear,

I rip,

I take,

and I do not stop,

my darkness is your only friend,

my darkness owns you,

becomes you,

and then,

you call forth the next to fall at my knees,

and take my seed of darkness,

for I am it that was first-born,

I am it without sin,

and I’ll feed on yours until,

Gods end.

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