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Reaping
Mar 27, 2011 1:02:04 GMT -8
Post by Christian Malay on Mar 27, 2011 1:02:04 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 pentegram 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 ouiji 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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