the feast of the beast
a demon listening to its poet
is a demon burning in holy water
the poet
deceived
she thought it was gone
crawling back through the gates of hell
the poet
deceived
she thought it was gone
crawling back through the gates of hell
remember, love
when sticky bloody walls melt down
w a
y
d
o
w
n
down your legs
feet warm and soaked
w a
y
d
o
w
n
down your legs
feet warm and soaked
when the moon no longer smiles
gates are unlocked again
starving demons'
favourite dish is your pain
your demons never faded away
they are just good at hiding
gates are unlocked again
starving demons'
favourite dish is your pain
your demons never faded away
they are just good at hiding
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