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 Oct 2018 display
eileen
Samael ♞
 Oct 2018 display
eileen
tired of playing games
you better disappear

I've got spiders
crawling up neck

venom inside my veins

can't believe I'm friends
with the Antichrist

roaming the realm of the dead
my lungs are vanishing

It's bad
She's bad
we're bad

I know
he knows

I've reached the bottomless pit
lost in paradise
beside my angel of death

— The End —