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