Pitter-pat, pitter-pat,
dance like that.
Numbers are exact...
and you have no soul.
Lucifer let you down,
because he was not as evil
as you needed him to be.
Receed;
flee the road like crows.
Each breath is carrion.
Every direction
is forward.
Up is down
and left turns
are liberal.
Yield to horrors
and command thy will.
Our convictions
should be written
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