Chained & naked lies
The gnostics born of the darkness
Surrounded by fire they remain

Waiting for his last breath

His laments

And his stink
His screams
And his skin-shattered


With his naked body facing sky
And his eyes looking at the torturer

Who cut off part of his sex
Now look at him as if were a !@$(


With their dying souls they remain
Cloistered with torments by a clergy
Those who get eucharist from god

And justify torture by faith

The Nazarene looks at them with splendour

How they suffer as he also does
To know more life's laws
Were the menace of the divine creator


The mystic ministry of horror
Forged in fire


Suplicium
Invoking-the fire

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