One with the devil
Suck me dry
And watch me fester
Light the church a blaze
And breath into the stench of charring flesh
Watch my hazy eyes turn dull
And let my cheeks turn gray
Carve the cross into my flesh
And accept the blood that weeps
Hear my cries of distress
And convince yourself it's the devil burrowing in.
There isn't much more for me here
Except a tempting dare.
From the prince of evil himself.
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