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Oct 15
The abyss is summoned, when the pyer burns high.
Dark figures dancing, the ritual is neigh.
Satan's song is sung, the Covenant, naked, dacing.
The void's embrace, a demons kiss, romancing.
Pleasures of the flesh, *** magic, and blood.
The Covenant's power, boiling through black mud.
Death to those who, prosecuted, and judged.
Satan's hand ripping their hearts and lungs
A hex on those who would share our secrets
Bad luck and misfortune, and nothing but grievance.
Written by
Keith  37/M/United States
(37/M/United States)   
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