The Devil Had a Crown
when perspective was lost
so was the sight of a seer
when the light turned to dark
it was the growing of fear
and as midnight chimed
over the seal of rights
cloaks where adorned
in a spirit of no light
the earth was stirred
and awoken from sleep
and the elements cried
shaking from the deep
as the rite was performed
and blood trickled down
a virgin was slaughtered
by the will of a crown
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