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Brimstone
The devil is in brimstone
You can smell it on his skin
A savior for the sinner
has he comitted sin?
Favored by the goddess
So she kissed and placed him
As an undying ember
In the crucible, the kiln
Melts away all their impurities
In a night that never ends
And tempers those with temper
Shows they're not broken, they can bend
He feels all of their pain
And his own agony, no lament
Only seething rage at hisself
He feels unspecial, forgotten
Will no one pray to the goddess
To remind her where he's been?
Who would care for the devil?
Does the devil deserve friends?
So the devil loves the brimstone
And all the heat contained therin
See, the devil has the key
Set him free, he'll go back in
You can smell it on his skin
A savior for the sinner
has he comitted sin?
Favored by the goddess
So she kissed and placed him
As an undying ember
In the crucible, the kiln
Melts away all their impurities
In a night that never ends
And tempers those with temper
Shows they're not broken, they can bend
He feels all of their pain
And his own agony, no lament
Only seething rage at hisself
He feels unspecial, forgotten
Will no one pray to the goddess
To remind her where he's been?
Who would care for the devil?
Does the devil deserve friends?
So the devil loves the brimstone
And all the heat contained therin
See, the devil has the key
Set him free, he'll go back in
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