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Birth
Predicted by the ancient poem
Words
For all to see upon the totem
Born
A little baby long awaited
Horns
She's got a birthmark and it's fated

Wells are dry and crops are dying
She is the beast there's no denying

Behold the child is evil
They prophesized her name
Lucyfer's primevil

Priest
How can you save us from disaster
Beast
She is a vessel for her master
Stake
If she burns she's not a liar
Mistake
An innocent is in the fire

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