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Guttural screams echoes in the dark, silenced only by a murder of crows. |
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Another victim made sacrifice. Blood spilt on the throne as before. |
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Cult obscure, genitalia facemasks; Clad in blood crust and gore. The |
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ground is alive with thousand of corpses, ancient remains of murder and mayhem. |
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Blind to see the cruelty. Fresh gall now pours from jagged wounds. |
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Faint heartbeats cease to be. Ivory virgin bleed dry on cold stone. |
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Sacrificed on the throne of "blood", offering to a long forgotten God. |
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Pentacles of entrails marks the spot where the trees turns their back, blind to see the cruelty. |
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Drums beat like they have forever. |
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No present like the past. No gift as thrilling. Pulsating crimson fountain yet short in life. |
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Forever dead in memory as long as we remember. |
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This gives life to thee from here and to eternity. |
