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on the charted floor of souls fire heats twelve iron bowls rafters echo devil screams arms and legs hang from the beams roast the skin with castor seeds hair of crone and spice of weeds stir and mix the flesh and blood till the supper looks like mud splintered skulls of fresh-chopped heads each laid out on nightshade beds plates of bone and knives of steel sharpened for the midnight meal who will choose the honored seats? who will serve the roasted meats? who will **** the sockets dry? who will live, and who will die? if you serve the master's will every wish of his fulfill if you heed the master's call he might eat you last of all
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Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Supper of the Demons
on the charted floor of souls fire heats twelve iron bowls rafters echo devil screams arms and legs hang from the beams roast the skin with castor seeds hair of crone and spice of weeds stir and mix the flesh and blood till the supper looks like mud splintered skulls of fresh-chopped heads each laid out on nightshade beds plates of bone and knives of steel sharpened for the midnight meal who will choose the honored seats? who will serve the roasted meats? who will **** the sockets dry? who will live, and who will die? if you serve the master's will every wish of his fulfill if you heed the master's call he might eat you last of all
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Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
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