god you were a martyr not worth praying your grave won't be adorned with flowers but with infants of blood satan touched the dawn and devoted the sky to his powers the sky born in the blood but out wedlock god, I scoff at your wars cause you graves been spat with fire you won't be eternity you won't be nothingness now now satan's coronation
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