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Gaze into the face of terror,
Gaze on, little children, and run.
Black eyes that evade the barrier,
Beknownst to none.
(Beknownst to none).

If only the bones of peril
Had pointed to safety instead,
They might,
They might,
Have spoken what was seldom said.

Blackening the melting day,
When hope is gone, what shall we say?
The maggots dropped from rotting tongues
Will sing along to songs we've sung,
And every fiber of our souls
Will lie beside the burning coals,
And burn out with the world, which we stole.

I belong to none but my sire.
Humankind ingulfed in flames, desired.
Hell.
Hell, engulf me.

Grant me peace, oh goat lord.
I am thy squire, spare such listless dreams for unbeliever eyes, by the rotting light of sweet Saturn,
I lay with the lion.

Wrapped in sheets of rotting meat, she sleeps in bloody shell.
Snow and sleet, the mindless sheep, now herd back into hell.

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