I worship the wicked Thriving on decay I worship the wicked
Where you see corruption The splendid meets my eyes Collecting every blasphemy Caresses for my soul The process of unmaking Creation in itself Take form through entropy It’s mine and mine alone
Inverting every law My hands imbrued in filth Chapels turned to landfills Frolicking in pus This is the new aesthetic Splendor photonegative I am the new ascetic Postulating slime
Splendor in decay Grandeur in spoilage Magnificent ruination Beauty burgeoning
