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Cruel nights of unforgotten turmoil* |
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An image forever burned in my mind |
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The catacombs of history tell of such |
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The reality of it all sets in... |
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Cold blooded and heartless |
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Savage and unforgiving |
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Like an untamed ocean lashing out at the shore |
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Like a cancerous virus infecting the breath of life |
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A plague wrapped in a black cloud |
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The grotesque visage of that which is our shadow |
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That which mocks the purest soul |
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Hearing the slightest change in nature |
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A drop of blood in the graveyard dirt |
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Dilated eyes of onyx shimmer the moons spell |
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A maw dripping with black filth |
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Its horrid form towering over its prey |
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Stalked from dusk, tortured through witching hours and to mock Christ's worthless death |
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At 3am this lamb of god is carrion for the worms |
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Drawing its blood from the lifeless body before it turns black and cold |
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The only witnesses to this act is the lonesome nightsky, the moon and the stars |
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The wind whispers of murder |
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The blood staining the stones and grass and splattering over the nocturnal insects |
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The sound of a lone fly echoing through the hollow lifeless cavities of the prey |
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The ocean starts to give birth to the dawn |
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The viral being of shade and night recoils back to the crypt |
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Under granite and marble no light shall touch |
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Above the soil the cold hollow stare of faith receives its empty revelation as the buzzards tear and pech at the dead eyes |
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At 3am this lamb of god became carrion for the worms |