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Go past the pendulum of this dark read
The murder and the actual planning of the dirty deed
The hunger and the stuffing of the face in the vampire greed
Imagining the blood that is flowing is the best of English mead

Fill your soul with the void of the curdled and virgin blood
Try and separate your primitive body from the slime and the mud
Like the barrister that tried to confuse the judgement of my lud
Like the Noah of the Ark that would escape the wrath of the flood

Eat your human flesh it tastes very much like chicken
Loose yourself in the spells and all that was Wiccan
Tied and bound to a pole twixt the dry and ignited faggots
Watch as your burnt skin is festered and irritated with maggots

Swoop on your broom on that magick of the desecrated Arc
Merge yourself with the Joan that seen visions of the divine spark
Pull yourself up from the earthly ground and the Voodoo mark
Watch as your naked form was lost in the dancing of the stark

Go past the Ark of the pendulum
The small cut on your bloodied thumb
The sniffing of the cyanide and the body going numb
And the whispering of the prayer of the dark and the glum.

Georges.