Remover

Death the remover
Unfaceted by hell,
Lost in your embrace
I worship you as your redeemer.

O' rotting womb
For ye who seeks with excitement,
The corpse born luck
Exuded with malevolence.

Flower god of frills and faeries,
Demonized with blood wrought blades
Twice cast by mortal sins
And even more, the reciever.