Son Of The Morning

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    Bear witness to my testimony
    The things that I have done- Unforgiveable
    The prayers of a hundred priests
    Could not save my soul
    Like the son of the morning
    Boasting a multitude of sins
    Struck down from the mountain of God
    Whispering to me
    Through cracks in the wall
    Cracks in my sanity
    You only know that which I choose to show
    I stand at the endge of the precipise
    Wondering whether to step
    There is no path of righteousness
    There is only Satan
    Strange angel
    Why do you come here
    How art thou fallen from Heaven
    To the uttermost parts of the pit
    The cherubim and seraphim of Lucifer

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    Indulge in the rites of profanity
    Sink to depths of depravity
    Defilement and penetration
    In the sanctum of the monarch
    Saliva on soft thighs
    Outstretched wings
    Semen across lips
    Hooves steeped in blood
    Insatiable
    Incorrigible
    The adversary- father of death
    Craves adoration

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