Feathered serpent embrace arrest staggered breath
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Weeping wound on heaving chest
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Mask of four sun filth hide tracks of torture
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Sear the weeping flesh
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Smear trails of rot on fiery toothed stone
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Feel rancid breath break on suppurating heels
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Tongue sup wine from the flesh that it steals
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It burns like Venom
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Lips back from teeth in insolent rictus
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Touch the skin it marrs above two sillouhettes
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Arms entwined like hissing snakes applaud the hound cremated
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As blazing thirst slaked A soulmate for the soulless
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Charred, relentless cur thick taste of death rise
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In flames from burning fur blacken to ash
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Writhe in the glow of embers
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The bed burns hot
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Screams inscribed in smoke carved as knife cuts in bier
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Life reduced to putrid carrion thrones at the apex of bones
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Dead in pyramids piled cool ecstacy of immolation
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Court of the skeletal king tiers of flame shed light
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Set sickly faces to burn contort themselves against its glare
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The two of cruel countenance will them in darkness keep
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Tearing life from life
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Beware Mictlan
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Mictlan
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The Amenta |