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CONVERT

The creature crawls into her eyes
singing hymns
The preacher lifts his hands up high
and brings her in
unholy chants, a mass amiss
A blinding chance at boundless bliss
A ruptured raptured soul engraved
with body bound and mind enslaved
You're free to leave here once we're through
just as long as you believe what we tell you to
Written by archetype23
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