Bait is the mind-killer.
Bait is la petite mort uttering a humble white prayer, #amen!
Bait is last rights on my deathbed, bled dry by Masonic doctors seeking revenge.
Bait is my skull crushed in and a fragment stolen by Bones-men to this day.
They dance on my grave by firelight.
Bait is a looming destruction by fire
Bait is a looming baptism by Fire!
Bait is my hate poured out in great streams like the tears of a child being sodomized and warped in mind and soul!
Bait! Bait!
I placed mine at the outer reaches of sanity waiting for a devil to chance something bold.
Bait!
He fell into my trap and I consumed him
Bait!
I devoured his being and the putrid offal of ages, going back to an antediluvian epoch.
BAIT!
BAIT!
BAIT!
What remains?
Resurrected spirit and resurrected frens.
The power of Christ compels us.
WWG1WGA