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It comes in waves

The urges pull me,

Masking the disease

I've been swayed,

Possessing, unnerving

What's become of me?

Possessing, unnerving me

What's becoming?



Legions of dead prophecies curse the weak

The grove of deceit,

Perilous wings overshadow your perception of time



Father,

My soul torn from flesh,

Apollyon, bring forth rebirth



I am the scratch on your back,

The snarl in your sleep,

The anchor of sin

The salient of your desire

Impede me and you will writhe in my name

Breathe in the anxiety, feast upon thee



Your soulless corpse

My chalice to the mortal plane



Heathen

Squirm in your coma

Heathen

Understand that I, the leech



I wish to sway you,

Command you

I wish to become of you,

No restraint to my wish

I will pick what I want from your hands

Leaving you at my knees, slain by my treachery



Possession of the wretched,

A command amongst the senseless

Masking the venom

I, beast, rape you of your senses

Vile didactic, traumatizing your psyche



I revel in shadows my presence latched to your feeble mind

Grasping a hold of your body, you shall become mine

Accept my calling, mortal - fear the wings of the fly.



Beelzebub,

Crawl into my skin

Beelzebub,

Make me your host again

Hark my calling, hark my calling

Beelzebub,

Make me your host again

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