Sputtering, stuttering, clustering
Must we sing, of demon’s pride
Increased divide, unspeakable king
Yearning for the truth inside
Four stings, for sung, forsooth we lie
A chide from god, and swallowed shame
Spirits to blame, baffled men who tower high
Power vied, claims denied, all blurred to stain
Coyne speaks of fairness, aborted rot
When all we sought was harmony
Army of blistered flow, where hope is pot
And cots upturned for wicked deeds
Unique cell, scientific prison
Wisdom felled for faith
Gates sundered in schisms
Prisms dissolved to sate
Hunger of the master
Alabaster imaging of forgotten lords
Discord stirred, strung up disaster
Aleister claims to hunt the hoard
While children weep, adults sin
Within the pride, up to the knee
In glee, of course, livers to gin
Virgins given to the lusty feast
And all that’s left is charred
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