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blood flows freely over scornful lips,
as the demons of sin now tighten their grips.
Satan is laughing, from above,
as you are denied your everlasting love.
call apon your god to save you,
yet no one answers, you have no one to turn to.
you look for answers, in dark lore,
yet what you call down lets terror soure.
'now let us bless this meal',
while they cry, and beg, and neal.
how we suffer, one and all,
close your eyes and let your soul fall.

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Charon