The Book of the Undead Alchemist "
in the sound of metal
in the grind of the night
speaks the priests of underworld delights
arise deceased beast, be yet reborn
rise with blood on your horns~
make too your minions, with fire in toll
burn earth's, evolution and more
covered in ash, stained with blood
atom Bible, earth's unloved~
aka:lyricvixen
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