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Consummatum Est

from The Tragedy of Doctor Faustus by Lychlake

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“‘Neath this cold winter eventide, this chamber of which hell had unfurled into grew searing as though ‘twas end days of summer. Mephistopheles sauntered toward Faust bearing no other item barring a scroll of ashen parchment. Wouldst thou barter intrinsic shrine in place of twenty-four years in sin?”

Given fate has laboured upon my hate
Wouldst thou stride in the pride of this life?
Deceased remenissions heretofore presently in mind
Novabrain to decline this perdition’s incline
At Satan’s behest, the right tries to stop thee right
Blackest ink seeps not into parchment but in thee soul
Hear not suddenly, forthcoming orchestra
Sound thou’s binding of life’s eternal wake

The growl of hell rips into his lifeblood
Spilling ruby fluid of being
Drawing breath as icy as December moon
Snowfall will not comfort thought now
Behold this naked judgement
Come Faust, mark thine parchment now

I take form now
Presented upon the Earth
Serving Lucifer
Diseased since fucking birth
Afeared of my own damned will
Terror dawns as I praey for the kill
I bring forth such hate
Apollyon, Abaddon
Such an ill sake
Perform all your last rites
Blood shed yet to comes
Goodbye goodnights
Christentice their faith shall break
Appease thy wits
Twenty-four years shall end swift

To cut my arm open bled
Draw forth the sealing remedy
December moon thine shine bright
Descend to equal consciousness
Join me in quest to find
Answers of creation
(so difficult to find)
The answer, phalliception
(so hard, sublime)

Faustus, look upon the crimson seal
You’ve done no harm? Only made a deal
Spirit of inquiry art thou detestly fiend
Rampant joy, due to fantasy
Is this just? I’ve bound my soul
In the world of man, none be so bold
I’ve submitted my crimes for a respite
Beauty shall wilt before my very eyes

Covens of witches beseech for this gift
Judgement of thought acts as though it were mist
Come now dear Faust, I implore you to sign
Some twenty-four years in hell thine shall come dine

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from The Tragedy of Doctor Faustus, released November 26, 2021

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