Tempt the man with the words “here I am.”
Push the conscious to the back of your head,
there can be no thought with the words that he said.
Sacrifice is at the highest peak.
Fire in one hand and a blade in the other, upon the altar the boy will suffer.
In gasping breathes he feared for his life, a father figure with a harrowing sight.
Distorted visions corrupt the mind.
Those thoughtless actions were the first sign.
You were a fucking plague and you’ve created three.
Followings of sheep, I don’t want to see.
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