Cain Black
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- Jul 25, 2012
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This is a lil poem im composing, its not complete but, well, you be the judges.
Swords are slicing, spears are thrusting, their arms and legs we are busting.
churches, crucifixes, images and statues are burning, the angel's stomachs are churning.
In the enemie's head is useless brain matter, but on the floor, its a beautiful splatter.
The true Gods are seeing, the enemy is fleeing.
it isnt complete but im workin on it.
Hail Satan and the True Gods!!!!!!!!!!
Swords are slicing, spears are thrusting, their arms and legs we are busting.
churches, crucifixes, images and statues are burning, the angel's stomachs are churning.
In the enemie's head is useless brain matter, but on the floor, its a beautiful splatter.
The true Gods are seeing, the enemy is fleeing.
it isnt complete but im workin on it.
Hail Satan and the True Gods!!!!!!!!!!
