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Living In Sin

In the stealth of night
You may find me creeping
Pursuing my prey
On a midnight reaping

I slither and slink
Without the slightest of sound
As I silently make my way
Through the unsuspecting town

My killing blade
Tucked neatly away
As I cautiously stalk
My next deserving prey

Visions of my last
Fill my filthy little head
As I relish in the fact
That another sinner is dead

Fuck all these people
Who pretend to be just and clean
While behind closed doors
They‘re all bigger hypocrites and fiends

As they all pray by day
And fornicate in the same breath
I am the night’s judge and jury
And I sentence them to death

It gives me great pleasure
To be Satan’s next of kin
To punish all these fucking pretenders
Who are comfortably living in sin
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