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Within the void; the parish enemies
are conjuring through prayers,
a new abomination of slayers.
To crave the impious you must lie,
upon chapels of Jesus and his fields:
blooming God's lands with thirst,
and the calling of the rotten flies.
Now wands of powder and witchcraft,
are deceiving in nights of the past:
for a required Apocalypse without a bright,
their biblical Lord eternally denied.
Perennially deuced, the Cosmos will cry,
because the nameless fiend shall rise,
through lewd wolves and moonlight.
are conjuring through prayers,
a new abomination of slayers.
To crave the impious you must lie,
upon chapels of Jesus and his fields:
blooming God's lands with thirst,
and the calling of the rotten flies.
Now wands of powder and witchcraft,
are deceiving in nights of the past:
for a required Apocalypse without a bright,
their biblical Lord eternally denied.
Perennially deuced, the Cosmos will cry,
because the nameless fiend shall rise,
through lewd wolves and moonlight.
