Serine Moments
Open Jests
Clouded Lies
Hidden Pasts
Darkened Clouds
In Red and Black Skys
The Devils Horns
Laced by Roses
With Blood Stained Thorns
Gutted Cows
And Goats in Halves
A Five Pointed Star
Upon a Cross set high
Pointed toward the Ground
Opposite the Sky
Moans and Queer screams
Fill my Ears and my Dreams
The Ground cut open
Releasing it's Hate
The Molten Blood flows
Through this site
Blacken Ash
Turns Day into Night
This is all a sigh
Of Evil on it's way
Death and Corruption
With No End In Site

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