Ancestral Call (feat. noizeDemon & Viscera[e])

Return, at the nape, all indiscretions I've want of less pulp, And so a poem Is naked And stands before the man clutching her insides out. And the man is a grasp of unscrupulous flesh And the man Is not a bird by any stretch of the imagination is not So uncommon inside her, is not Or what it was an absentee space The monstrous growth of dark