Seraph Sublime - Terminal Function

A slithering presence, a silent whisper.

In taciturnity I speak to my prey.

Coiling before the strike.

I am your weapon, I’m your projectile.

Ectothermic elevation, my senses raised.

Focus (ing) on your perspiration.

A false state of dormancy, a tactic for my attack.

Entheogenic venom (preparation).

A revelating close encounter nearing.

Angelic devourment, as your soul is burning inside of me.

Ectothermic elevation, my senses raised.

Focusing on your perspiration.

I perform the tasks at speeds unregistered and un-noticed.

Immobilized, muscles break down.

Neurotransmit (ter) altered to perceive my

words.

Collector of souls…

Fiery serpent, I am The Seraph Sublime.