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To steal, to feed

To tear out

To lick guts off my talons

Spread our wings

And cast the shadow that ruins the harvest

There is no sacrifice to satiate us

Except the regret in the eye of the disabled god

No treatment for the undeserving

No ladders for the empty wells

Only cracks from beneath the hoof

And woods that grown on blood

Their apologies sang in agony

Will never dull our teeth

How many angels can dance on a blade of the Longinus Spear?

Praise Satan, Hail Death