What will prevent my saunter’s haunting step
That tilts to essence vility like evil’s strep?
Possession fascinates the spirit’s shadow
To spread with death in passion’s guillotine
Of coruscated tingles in the gallows
That squirm for their release of contravene,
Disgust’d by skin of scales so often tallowed.
The hue of heartful love harks naught for me,
For love is barren-bound to dem’nic souls
That pressure an insanity ont’ thee,
So ocean dark and spiritual in toll,
That enemies of night shan’t pause to flee.
The raven of arraying luminance in Hell
Makes evil Master and thy body cell.
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