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It''''''''''''''''s easy to see a Lucifer in any lament,

Dolor is rejoice,

Wrathful winds its drew of the fallen wings,

The triumph of templation its hope for the poor.

Witches celebrating drinking wine form the men-worms,

Fool representation from thee, he who was inverted,

The moan from a thousand virgins as suit blasphemy,

Drinking poison from the flowers of hell.

Moans and laments from the citadel of heaven because Lucifer fall,

He took the sinners soul and hit them to the ground,

They rest in demonic slumber,

Just waiting.....waiting,

Creation, temptation and repulsion are just consequences.

The old mans judgement was simply sucess,

The preacher and gentleman....withches as nuns.

Torturing since aeons the name of the father,

Demons tooked vainity from angels a gift to the one,

The grounds swallowed evil....privilige to mankind.