These are my Invocations ov the death
You are walking a path that bleeds red
Chance for taking, coming clean
Reveled wounds are in service to me

These are my Invocations ov the death
At my command you promptly lose your breath

This caused sadomasochistic flaws
in your malice
At once energies converged from gaunt
and needy

These are my Invocations ov the death
Pack the bastards up, past time the crows were fed
Blackened wishes, more of these
Truth be told, I couldn’t care less for thee

These are my Invocations ov the death
Not a dream this time that’s handing you your head

All the gods Died!

These crimes
Old lies
These crimes
Die trying

Sucked up life
Out of time

I ought to nail you up onto a cross
No quarter
You’ve bought inches ov your wasted life
I own you

These are my Invocations ov the death
Hope the lesson to be learned is in your head
You saw nothing, I leave no witnesses
This curse is calibrated for cleaning messes

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