We liked to start pyres
And dance with the devil
Conspired to sire
Empires to level
We reveled in vices
Incited deceit
Then delighted in slaughter
Without eating meat
For the sheeple beneath us
Did not understand
How our black magic covenant
Did not demand
Some occult loyal following,
Supplicants bowed
To society’s
Just be a face in the crowd
Looking back
In judgmental
Disdain
For our kind
Liberated
We watched
As the rest of them died
In our most wicked rendezvous
Learning to fly
We devised evil plans
Of dispelling the norms
We divined how to conjure up
Energy storms
But were still good together
Not hurting a soul
Save the two we had long ago
More or less
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