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Reaping
Mar 27, 2011 21:48:26 GMT -8
Post by dragonyear on Mar 27, 2011 21:48:26 GMT -8
The Devil no longer dwells at the crossroads There is only a murder of crows and the starch scent of corn rows A sacrifice fails to widen the rift The moon does not give a fuck while the paradigm refuses to shift Drawing a pentagram just makes you a foolish man caked with chalk Standing with a useless bloody offering in a night so cold it shrinks your cock The spirits have left the tarot, the Ouija no longer sucks marrow Children do not fear a caravan of gypsies that are not artful enough to curse The new age cults of blood are only faking their thirst Six is just after five and before seven I am told Harvesting of souls is now in corpus corporate control Rising out of mouth holes steaming in factory grey The competitor does not purchase that which is given away
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