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I bite at the hand

That bleeds

Poison, rapture

Guillotines

Armour gleaming

Necro soul

Cursing forever

The ground you walk on

Eating fear

And gutting worms

Born out the mud

Wrapped in silver cloth

Breaking the neck

Of the never ending victim

I have become

The thing thats haunting you

Mirrors stained ash and black

This is a spell of leeches

At work in the dark

Plotting your demise

Negative warlock

Conjuring vibrations

Wings ride higher winds

Of never ending torment