Souls
Animus mortis
Throwing sixes over deadly sin
I traded whose who played to win
Skin for precious kin...
And that that wormed within
I traded whose who played to win
Skin for precious kin...
And that that wormed within
Staining the reams of revelation
Etching ever-afters in accursed verse
The limpid rags of resurrection
From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed
Desire, the flyers
Spread hell throughout their souls
And higher the fire
The more I held control!
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