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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