The Sins of the Father Heaped Upon the Son
We four men raise our hands with blood lacerated to be written upon a book named doom. Whose words bring that which was grasped and phased into our minds by ghoulish men with scales in their hearts as they lead to the door. our deaths pass on to our sons. The first to be split into two the second to be faithful to the cosmic king. The third he stands behind the curtain. The fourth man and bat wrapped in flames stand in the middle. These brothers stand in the eye of the storm's tentacled threshold.
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