Cabal Therapy.

My entire life
I've been sewing
I've been saving
There is nothing
That i can do
To liberate
My bride
There's nothing i can do
To keep her by my side
The microscopic menace
Eats her from inside
There must be a way
To prevent her mortality
To preserve her vitality
Worship to the deities
Research in the facilities
Advisement from the papacy
Resulted in spiritual bankruptcy
A ritual heresy
Adapt and reform to the darkness
Reshape and mold to the rituals of the cabal
Ancient texts suggest clinics of the macabre
This may be the answer to her mortal plight
Anesthetize her
Clamp the tissue to the steel
Grab the toothed forceps
Suture her shoulder to an eel
Drain the blood into a burning cauldron
Paint the text from the communion
Advocabit ut mortifer
Corpore sana eam
She has risen
He has risen
An ancient one
Bringer of death



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Writer(s): Matthew Oien
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