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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1496957
He died at his own hands; but was saved by God's- To my uncle.
The sweet seduction of the power, it's evil really did rule my name-
only before I died at my (its) hands did I realize God did the same.
Mask of the Beast: my fears and torment lays in my right palm
In left hand, Holy Bible: sacred text- the demons thou dost calm.
Finger to the trigger, gun to my head
God have forgiveness, please, now for my soul.
Blood on the floor, demons be fed
Spilled from the wound from the bullet in my skull.

All who worship the beast,
And hear me well,
My blood was spilled for his feast,
But God saved me from Hell.

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