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smut
filth in the holiest of holies
nothing but a smut peddler
infatuation, shh legion is speaking
my men know how to do internal damage
riding the waves they spark imaginations
indulge in your darkness
tap into the energy
let explosive feelings plant seeds,
in the weak hearted
guile and malice
such beautiful words if used properly
I hope you're sick like me
fitted for destruction?
nah I'm just getting started
hell's dominion screams for more innocent
lambs for the slaughter
infernally damned
echo's the dawn
evolution of the soul only happens
when pain is injected
the bowels of the Earth vomits
misfits to be born anew
hopefully with an understanding
the dark being here first
is closely watching their progress
true honesty only comes from torture
my soul knows well what I speak of
a dark Queen to be sure
Shake this spell I dare you
I conjure for my men
they ride the waves of discontent
feed the famine
open the door this is freedom
a switchblade pen
cuts deep in your conscious
don't be afraid it only hurts the first time
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