Night's Smutty Phenomenon

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.



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