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KEY AND GATE

It is written upon their heads
Backlash of their deviation
Influx of prophets
Coven of angels
Coveting the clean
Devouring the feeble

Purge the sun
By silver bullet of the moon
Sentiments are proven vain
Writhing in their infamy
Shadows
The only truth seer
The evil in the hearts of men

Talons, scratching at the mind
The stigma is swelling
Arrival of the fevered ones
Beyond all repair

Condemned to, and by the starkest night
With only black candles to guide
Drenched in nothingness
Larvae born from leprous skin
As you drink from the cup of heresy
Truth festers while drunk with conceit

Taken away from their mothers
And baptized by their own tears
Stinging loss of individuality
Blood-shot eyes, full with lies
With Satan encircled within
Eat and drink of the caretaker
To forever be free of sins

Weak in the consummation
There is only dust to trail
A scratch upon the lens of clarity
Excommunicated
Sickening are the rites which we are given
And unblessed by waters of lament
Rapture will come
Undesirables will burn in God�s scorn