Opuscule; the Epiguhls

  My sin has no bounds for I have not committed it yet

  I brood in filth like a seed in soil awaiting germination

  So in my time that I hoard until its weight bursts

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  I will humm my song and ponder my own thoughts

  But thought alone can have no proof

  Review my words in gifts to you inscribed into the flesh of your most precious loves

  Incantation as a brand, their horns my feather quill and skin my vellum

  I have never cast a spell, no words will leave my lips, all so they can carry unfiltered venom

  The wish I will proclaim in terrifying tenor; The Sky Must Fall.

  Melegor’s Promise