Vulvodynia - Funeral ov the Gods

Subsequent to devouring all the planes of existence
The harbinger now makes his way to the realms of the gods
For his final meal of deicidal omniprescence
Digest the celestial beings
Unaware of what awaits for him

Arm the weapons
Man the ancient towers
Prepare for the battle of millenia
Golden bullets crammed in gargantuan guns
Swords that cut through the fabric of space and time

Fear and tension the gods have never felt before
The heavens are in a state of constant turmoil
Praenuntius drools at the very thought of
All the energy that lies in the heavens

Golden armour blessed by the divine
Ancient weapons forged to banish evil
Spawn erupt from his gaping mouth
Swarming the gates of the heavens
Pearly gates disintegrate into ash
Spawn turn the divine into a rotten sludge

Annunaki judges have now perished
Their souls cast down from the begotten burning heavens
His jaw unhinged, frothing from the excitement
Pure hatred gleaming in his eyes, omnipotence in sight

Golden armour blessed by the divine
Ancient weapons forged to banish evil
Now resides within his bowels
As he lunges for the heavens above
Devouring the divine
A universe devoid of existence

Devouring the heavens, what a tasty morsel
Omnipresence through deicidal blasphemy
No gods left to weep, divine fecal matter
An unholy quest completed, gaze upon nothingness