We realign ourselves to the vassal
and with pitch forks attack
that demon dressed in black,
her pearl necklace spurs avarice
she bleeds from open spores,
Almighty spare us contamination
her rust knows no ends,
by the myriad dusk
those shadowed wings
are her guiling answer
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
We realign ourselves to the vassal
and with pitch forks attack
that demon dressed in black,
her pearl necklace spurs avarice
she bleeds from open spores,
Almighty spare us contamination
her rust knows no ends,
by the myriad dusk
those shadowed wings
are her guiling answer
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