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a Poem depicting the taking of a soul used for the creation of a new prince of darkness
The Coronation

The world has finally beat me down
I find myself upon the ground,
Witness demons come all around
A mystic morbid scent abounds

There sickly drone the only sound
They close the ring, and me surround
My arms are tied, my legs are bound
I’m hoisted high up off the ground

The priest steps upon the mound
The ancient mantra he does expound
The chanting shakes the very ground
Immortal forces, the soul is bound

The sky goes dark all around
The dark one searches, a soul is found
The ancients pour from the ground
To watch the prince of darkness crowned





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