TGD: Volume VI. The Savage Garden
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TGD: Volume VI. The Savage Garden. by Treadeau Du'rome
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Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Beauty. It is Our Garden...
We shall behold the Savage Garden with all of its carnal Beauty. We shall walk the gardens crimson lawns to the plutonian shores. We shall approach the apex of the Beauty at the pinnacle of Night.
Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Garden... It is Our Beauty.
It shall scream to us with its lecherous cries. It shall teach us the cries of hopes bludgeoned and of dreams destroyed. It shall see pleasure in experiences destroyed. It shall beckon us within and we turn to embrace its knowledge. It shall give us its erudition and we are now its children.
Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Beauty. It is Our Garden...
We shall converge upon the Bells of the Garden. We shall meet the figure who guards the Bells. We shall hear his obsessed cries -These are the Bells of Hell, listen not!- We shall not heed his warning and we shall listen.
Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Garden... It is Our Beauty.
It shall raise it screams to the point of our destruction and we shall care not. It shall show its true visage and we shall succumb to its dark grasp. It shall touch us with the grasp of the damned and nurture us with its knowledge.
Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Beauty. It is Our Garden...
We shall come unto the sight of the ghastly bells. We shall upon the sight of them go to the climax of our excitement. We shall come to an ecstasy that has never been known!
An ecstasy that should never be known by us. It is repulsive yet we are drawn to it. Its feelings we savor. In its feelings we hunger for more.
Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Garden... It is Our Beauty.
Our Garden. Our Beauty. Our Annihilation!
We Your Children cannot hide from the Immolation of the Light. We Your Children shall have our Bells Immolated. We Your Children shall have our Garden Immolated. We Your Children shall have our Beauty Immolated. We Your Children have been chosen to Die by Immolation. We Your Children must sup from the Cup now or face Immolation of Damnation later.
Feed us, come to us, we are your children. You are Our Garden... You are Our Beauty...
We are Its Children.