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Black Plague intestinals, enchanted by the lord

I fear no bone or blade or chalice made of thorns

My guts blessed through sin

Inside satanic win

Imbibe everything

I feed eternally

Godless farts of flame

My tract feels no pain

Gastrointestinal

My form ancestral

I ingest all that would tear your guts to shreds

I can consume the bones and even the heads

My appetite for flesh it knows no more bounds

Bless me with bountiful feasts fit for a royal crown

I defy, my insides

Still hungry, eternally