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The book of wicked ones

Through time foretold,

The goat staring

Into abandoned souls.

From lungs are coming

Bunches of smoke,

Shouting for hell

I cannot breath anymore.

The glimps of men

Loud in the dark tavern,

Where slowly my life

I consume.

Cans of nectar

Down my throat,

Collapsing then

On wishes untold.

The book of wicked ones...

Through time foretold.

The goat staring

Into abandoned souls.