Wicked Words Roll Round And Round

 Strike my tongue said the beast,

pull it down,

bury it deep,

sinners left,

sinners right,

sinners all,

bathed in hell,

burnt by fire,

its cleansing touch,

brightly removing the tainted flesh,

allowing ascension,

to destroy what you all decided was love.

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