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Gleakin on these hoes like rondo
Thirsty dudes get mutilated brawndo
Was never fond of these hoes
Cuz load the ROM play "Contra" with the bros

Got the spread gun; pragmatic function; fought the Dragon Alien
Then on to the "Demon Crest"; dream to glean the meaning of the quest
Semen spilt in jest; waste my fiending; slip into nihilistic cess

Fool with a pool to collect

Take the bet; Y chromo; Rape infect
Take the neck
Tasteless wreck

Shameful debts
Found a strange manual; read the tome alone and notice the glitch in the candle

And by my dancing I gather for my mother Nuit
The heads of all them that are baptized in the waters of life
I am the lust of the spirit that eateth up the soul of man
I have prepared a feast for the adepts, and they that partake thereof shall see God
Now it is clear what she has woven in her dance
It is the Crimson Rose of 49 Petals, and the Pillars are the Cross

She ceases to dance, and dwindles, gathering herself into the centre of the Rose
Now it is seen



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Writer(s): Benjamin Matthews
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