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Submitted:Sep 18, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

There's seven hungry sins singing in my head

Songs about starvation and wanting to be fed

Each of them deadly in appearance and smell

Each a rejection from the grand fires of hell

I plan to starve their eager pleas

Watch their tails slowly freeze

With their last dying cough

I spy their tiny horns fall off

Grow wings and angelic voice?

Up or down? Their final choice

Exit my mind, and leave no trace

Of Baphomet's hoof or Satan's face


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