
Wicked
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Let the blood rain down from the heavens
All these swirls of deprivation
Of sweet, farewell sorrow
Screams that bring ease to thee
Consume the darkness into one figure
A heart inhuman to mortal
A bath covered in rotten flesh
Cackling into the feasting, dark night
Of the Red Moon
Let the calls of demons shriek in pleasure
Satanic rituals come to course
Let the flesh be cut with cold nails
Bite down their tongue
Rip all morality
Another spawned by malignant tongues
Let the echoes of the wicked be heard
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