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[May. 6th, 2014|01:12 pm] |
Natassja, my beloved satanic witch,
The power in your eyes and yourself.
Worked for the noble in man.
Pass the bottle, pass the knife,
Pass me your unholy crafts.
I shall never forget you, the best
of all there is, I lick your cold lips,
I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe.
You never kissed the priest, you never
Drank the blood of Jesus. Weird, they say
well, turn it upside down like you did,
and they kill, kill, and they take you away. |
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